A Morning Post

Hello amazing readers! I hope your morning is off to a good start. Mine is...It's been hard. I had to get out of bed this morning. With nothing urgent pressing. No guitar lessons, no school work, no nothing that needed done. Nothing to pull me out of bed.

Except my honor. Honor wouldn't let me still be in bed when my mom and dad came home. So here I am, typing away, with mornings on my mind.

Do you know that I will go through a lot of work all for a good joke and a few extra seconds in bed?

I will.

See, a while back my cousin spent the night. She's from Colorado, and has an awkward schedule that consists of going to bed disastrously early, and then waking up early for school.
                                     It's kind of annoying.
She had spent several days with us, and I noticed that when she woke up, she would come tromping into my bedroom and start talking non-stop. So I decided to fix her.
The night before I plugged my earphones into my radio and popped in my Skillet CD. I went Don't wake me and listened till I got to the exact moment before the chorus started, then paused it. Unplugged the earphones and wrote up a gigantic note that said "Don't talk to me. Just press play on the radio."
It was going to be epic. What better way to prove my point than her favorite band telling her not to wake me up because I'm really enjoying the dream I'm having? It was sheer brilliance.

You know what she did? She came in, threw the note on the floor and jumped on top of me. Twice.

This morning my dad woke us up before leaving to go pick my mom up from her bus route. I was laying there in bed and...I don't know how many of you have an uncommon ability to remember songs and phrases from commercials of decades past, but when I was little there was a Cabbage Patch Kid commercial on TV that said "I don't want to grow up. I want a cabbage patch kid!" Sad to say, Cabbage Patch Kid's was one of my phases, and I always love things that defy growing up, so that little jingle stuck with me.

So this morning as I was laying in bed and telling myself I should get up, I sang out in that tune "I don't want to get up!" Harmless right? Until Minion 2 (who was not alive for that commercial or phase) answered back "I want to be a cabbage patch kid."

Which started a discussion about how we would simply have to explain to mom and dad when they returned that getting up was a bothersome business and it was much better to be cabbage patch kids. And since, you know, we don't have cabbages big enough to snuggle in, our blankets would have to substitute.

The morning does strange things to me, my friends. Strange things.

(We went shopping yesterday, and I brought home The Legend of Korra book 2, and The Revolution season 1. We've been watching Korra season 1 for the last few days, so I'm in the mood, as you can tell)

I don't know if you guys have noticed, but most of my posting comes in the afternoon or even evening. When I do post in the morning, it's because I wrote the whole thing the night or week before, and just hit the publish button the next day. I put no thought into blog posts the morning of. It is folly. This post is a perfect example of what you poor things get when I write a post in the morning.

I regret nothing.

....

I may regret a little bit, because I'm actually planning a book review, a incident from my life, and a writing related blog post for the very near future.

To redeem my honor.