pravon

The universe hates me. It will not let me sleep in. Ever.

Oh I try...but then I get the 630 AM call...that's a wrong number. Or my dentist calling at 800 AM, reminding me of my appointment next week. Don't even get me started on telemarketers.

Ok, so it's Monday, but I really needed to sleep in. Last week was crazy-busy with the closing on the house (and all the relevant paperwork and check writing). Then on Sunday I woke up too early (thanks, stupid Eastern time zone).

So today, I was not moving until at least 1030 AM. HA HA. There was a knock on my door this morning. At 813 AM. I get out of bed, stumble to put on a robe and my glasses, and open the door.

"We're with the City and we're doing inspections. You have a manhole cover in your back yard right on the property line. We'd like your permission to go into your backyard to test it."

"Uh...yeah. Whatever."

"Did we wake you up?"

Let's see, I have on a bathrobe, no makeup, my eyes are half shut and my breath stinks. Sorry dude, but DUMB question.

So now I know. Next time, when I want to sleep in, I not only have to unplug the phone, but also put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my own front door. Arrgh.