On the dot.
Even GQ has joined the 7:00 am club.... although he's more like 6:58.....
This lovely Saturday morning, the crew infiltrated our room and began yelling like banshees as soon as possible. Or something like that.
Justin and I dove deeper under the covers, trying to pretend our way to a cruise ship. A cruise ship minus three children and plus lots of all you can eat buffets.
In the midst of our pretending, Justin heard a sinister sound.
A snap.
****
brief flashback
****
It was his last eye appointment before seven years of trashy insurance and negative income. He looked at the eyeglasses and chose a pair noted for it's strength. Titanium. The eye doctor bent the frames back and forth to show how difficult it would be to break them. TITANIUM, people.
Well, I'll tell you something, friends, Titanium has met its match:
****M****E****G*****
As of this morning Justin no longer owns a pair of Titanium eyeglasses.
At least not a whole pair.
That'll teach you to try to sleep past 7:00.
4 comments:
oh dear! sorry about the glasses-but the story made me laugh~
Jamie only you tell such an unfortunate event in such a humorous way! I love the picture of the "MEG" doll.
A very fitting punishment for sleeping past 7 - that's late! If only you lived closer, I could do the 7 AM shift!
Ahh! The same thing happened to me some years ago. Children eat your braincells and break your glasses--sad but true.
Post a Comment