Un giorno nella mia vita…a day in my life…HOLIDAY VERSION
I have the day off for Presidents’ Day, but my faithful alarm clocks still woke me up at 5 a.m. (My phone battery even went dead in the night. How DO they know what time it is?!) They look innocent, but….
On my days off, I usually go back to sleep after the royal kitties* get their early morning feast, but today I sprung out of bed, actually made my bed, drank 3 shots of espresso, did some blog/YouTube perusing, 2 loads of laundry, and jumped on the trampoline (aka rebounding)…ALL before the sun rose.
Confession: I am a real princess. I know this because every night I feel the damn pea under the pillow. And that is why I’m not a morning person.
I even bought every single pillow available in Target recently in hopes of finding find “the one.” None were. Which has resulted in sleeping on the pea, which means horrible sleep. Waking up at 5 a.m. on the daily isn’t pretty. (I might bite before 9 a.m.)
Yesterday I went for a massage (a gift from my Valentine, thanks mom!), and my masseuse became my neck savior. She suggested sleeping without a pillow! A doctor would have given me a pain killer and a sleeping pill. But ya know, the neck is connected to the head, and happy neck equals happy head. I DIDN’T HAVE THE URGE TO GO BACK TO BED AFTER WAKING UP AT 5 A.M. This is huge people, HUGE.
Today was my perfect morning:
#1 Wake up, feeling refreshed. #2 Drink espresso. Get $#!+ done. #3 Drink wine.
It would only be better if I had a beach, and an Italian to make my espresso.
I would however, accept an Irishman like Jamie Dornan aka Christian from Fifty Shades of Grey. Warning: There are lots of butts in this movie. Lots. And boobs, too. But no penis. Which by the way, butts, boobs, and sex are part of every European movie I’ve ever seen. And European commercials too. And European statues all over town. Nudity is not a sin; it’s part of being human.
Being human is beautiful. And vulnerable. So be nice. And if nudity offends you, close your eyes and keep your clothes on.
*Yes, my kitties are royal. They are named after Prince Harry and Prince Wills. Long story short…they day I got them, Prince Harry was in the news for taking his clothes off in Las Vegas, which is in Nevada, my home state. My kitties are brothers…so it all made sense.