Monday Sep 18, 2006

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Ignore that last post. I'm trying to be more of the "silent stoic" type these days, and my whining goes against that principle.
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bairdduvessa:
i'm almost there myself
jaytan:
Can't resist answering the survey question. Perfect first two morning hours:

7:13am - Revive, roll over, see the time. Cool, plenty of time left. It's a Saturday. Roll back to sleep.

7:47am - Revive again. Much rested. Morning wood. Solid. The air is too cold to get out (8 inches of snow on the ground outside), but its warm under the covers. Shot of Listerine. No, I don't keep a shot on my night table, and I have no idea where I spit (I suppose back in the cup), but its there. Good thing too, because. . .

7:48am - Curl up behind her. She glances back at me. Quick kiss good morning. She's tastes peppermint, so she must have taken her shot already at 7:46am. The quick kiss turns to focusing on the neck. And below.

8:03am - Flip.

8:11am - Proceed to the main event.

8:36am - Take it home. Getting hungry. But post-coital / back to sleep.

8:58am - Time to get up. Ravenous. She stays in bed. I start coffee and steam some dim sum. Again, don't ask me where the dim sum comes from. It's perfect, so it's just there.

9:00am - I hear the TV in the bedroom go on (dope, cuz I don't have a TV in the bedroom). Theme song to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends comes on. It's gonna be a great breakfast.

9:05am - Dim sum ready. Breakfast in bed. Haven't seen this episode yet. Clutch! Damn, I make some good coffee.

9:13am - "We're gonna be a mommy and daddy," she says matter-of-factly. "I'm pregnant." Her sly smile and my jaw-dropping, shit-eating grin of shock.

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