I’m not sure exactly why I do this, but I think it had something to do with me staying up too late and not waking up for work to get money so I could stay out too late or something, but I keep my alarm clock in the bathroom.
Now the only reason I’m mentioning this is because this morning, on my stumbling walk from my bedroom to the bathroom to hit snooze (as per my snooze addiction – the only reason I set my alarm for a Saturday morning), my t-shirt scared the piss out of me.
As I bumped the doorway at an angle I usually don’t (I often bump walls and doorways because I don’t open my eyes much), I spotted the corner of my black tee from last night in the hallway and thought it was a Demon Dog from Ghostbusters. Woke me up instantly.
Although it actually got my heart racing, I still hit the snooze bar on my alarm clock and laid back down, making sure to change the location and placement of the image-inducing cotton product.
What finally fully awakened me was my doorbell. And the door knocking. And the doorbell again. Oh yeah, there it is – interior door knocking now.
It must have snowed last night, was my first thought, and the incessant attention seeking noise was my neighbor kid wanting to shovel the walk, because sure-as-shit, the area Jehovah’s just ain’t that persistent. They politely knock, stick a pamphlet in the door handle, and move along, proselytizing. And if it was anyone I knew, they would have called in tandem with the racket, and my cellular remained silent. I checked out the window, and yup – two inches of snow on the ground.
Sure I could shovel it, I thought. But it’s going to melt anyway.
Bonus Saturday morning cartoon:
Extra bonus weekday syndicated cartoon:
(via Worst Cartoons Ever)