August 10, 2009
So I’m waiting for this day to begin, already.
I mean I’m up at the crack of dawn every day, even if like last night, I didn’t fall asleep before 10:30. Mom gets back from her morning walk at 7, and then Dad makes coffee. Blah, blah, blah they talk, then he gets ready for work and leaves while Mom sits in front of her computer for the next hour, inexplicably tapping the keys.
Is it so wrong, then, that I want to shake things up a little bit and go for a walk myself? I’m happy to open the garage door when Mom forgets to lock it up high after Dad leaves for work. Then I press the button and the big garage door opens — and then I’m off. Doesn’t matter to me whether or not I’ve got clothes on, I just like to motor.