Ah, the joys of simple life

I was gonna sleep in today... but alas, it was not to happen. My alarm clock (that I had thought I had turned off), went off shrilly, and then the dog decided he should get up. NOW. I ignored him and rolled over... but the phone rang. It was a telemarketer. I hung up on her. Then work called and wanted to know where the grocery list was -- that I had said I would do. Well, I'd done inventory til 3am -- so it was here, I'd typed it up on the computer. So I told her what we needed, only to have her tell me that she wasn't ordering it -- until it was on the menu. *sigh*

Now I have to get up, and the dog gets up, and starts barking at the neighborhood. I tell him to come inside. He sits down at the end of the yard and I have to go out in my pajamas to go get him. I don't realize how stupid I look until I'm halfway out to where the dog is -- in plain veiw of all.

I was wearing big baggy p.j. pants, with little chickies on them. But, the pants legs kept hiking up at night, so I tucked them into my socks. I look like a left over product of the late 80's. Or was it the 90's? Anyway, pants billowing in the wind, then all the sudden tight at my ankles as they are jammed into my socks (I look like the Cracker Jack box version of that princess on Alladin -- those pants thingies they wore -- except she looked cool; I do not), I'm trying to get the dog in. The dog wants to play. My feet feel wet and cold and I realize I've forgotten to put shoes on. The grass is of course still wet. Right about this time I realize the dog's paws will be wet... but I'm too late for the dog. Muddy paw prints now decorate the floor from the kitchen door to the front door on the other side of the house. The dog is ecstatic, and seems to think that muddy paw prints are great.

And... we're out of coffee, so I stumble around the kitchen, looking for a caffine source. The dark circles under my eyes make me look like that bald dude on the Adams family -- what was his name? Uncle Fester?

Oh well... I'll remember later. Can I go back to bed yet?