This morning, I was jinxed.  Actually I was jinxed all the way from last night because I got home uber late (for me, late is after 8:00 on a week night because I’m a homebody and I like it that way) and was super tired when I finally did get home.  Joey reminded me that we needed to leave at 7:15 this morning because he had to drop me off, so I set my alarm for 6:00 and intended to get up.

But I didn’t.

I slapped my snooze.

Joey delivered Henry to me about 6:10 so I hung out with him until 6:20, at which time Joey took Henry from me and they went outside.  Henry always gets wound up once he got outside in the morning, it’s really disappointing.  He loses cuddle puppy status pretty much immediately.  Anyway, Joey brought Henry back in and tossed him on the bed.  Henry didn’t want to be on the bed anymore, though, so he leapt off….and crashed into the wall.  He bounced right off, hit the floor and took off running. I’m pretty sure he was fine.

Joey then turned to subversive measure to get me up.  These included, but are not limited to:

• turning on the lights; all of them
• talking loudly and annoyingly
• saying “GET UP” a lot
• pulling my cozy down comforter off and throwing it on the floor

The removal of the comforter was the one that finally did it for me, and let me just tell you that I stuck my tongue out at him and gave him the stink eye for it.  Joey was duly afraid of my stink eye, so he left the room.

I started to make the bed, which was my job because I was the last one up, but once I got the comforter thrown back on the bed, it looked so cozy.  Feeling rebellious, I got back in bed.  Joey caught me and ripped the comforter back off and decided I needed bed-making supervision this morning.  He was right.

As if the whole stalling to get out of bed thing wasn’t bad enough, I decided to paint my nails this morning because they looked so bad.  I thought I had enough time, but turns out I didn’t.  I was applying the top coat when Joey came into the bathroom.

“We needed to leave two minutes ago,” he glowered.

“This clock is fast,” I pacified him.

It wasn’t that fast.

I grabbed my sweater and flip flops (which I did change out of later) and we rushed out the door.  Somehow by the time we got to the car we were 15 minutes later than our intended leave time.  I’m sure I’ll be hearing about that again sometime.

UNFORTUNATELY, in my rush to leave I forgot my glasses.  This isn’t that big of a deal unless I’m driving, walking around or trying to see something more than 20 feet away from me, so I wasn’t worried until…

“SPANDEX MAN!” Joey yelled.

“WHERE?” I cried, looking desperately out into the fuzziness.

“Over there, can’t you see him?”

“NO!”

Spandex Man was wearing a shirt today, so once Joey told me to look for a white blob, I think I spotted him.  I began to dig frantically for my purse so I could get my camera, but then I remembered something.

“I left my camera at home!”  I wailed.

So, not only did I make us 15 minutes late, I failed to get a picture of Spandex Man…and this is the first time he’s been out doing his Spandex Man routine in the last two weeks!  Worst day ever, guys.  Worst day ever.

Oh, and Joey? He hassled me all the way to Central Expressway about being rebellious and sleeping in and making us late.  My only comeback was “gosh, I’m mostly a really good person” which, honestly, wasn’t that good of a comeback at all.  My day is jinxed, I can tell already.

On the upside, my hair doesn’t look half as bad as it did yesterday.  (And it looked so bad yesterday that it’s possible to only look half as bad as it did and still look bad.  Try and figure that one out.)  Also, I have freshly painted nails.