Ok, my mom got me hooked on this damn crime fiction series by Janet Evanovich. I’m not usually a fan of the genre, but for some reason I’m really into these. The main character, Stephanie Plum, is a 30 year-old bounty hunter from New Jersey, but she doesn’t like guns or violence, so she ends up on these ridiculous capers trying to track down criminals, and hilarity ensues. Sounds cheesy, I know, but they really are very clever. I’m on the 5th book right now, and last night I stayed up until 12:30 because I just had to read one more chapter. And then one more. And then another…. you get the idea.
So I finally close the book & go to sleep, with the intention of getting up between 5:45 and 6 a.m., as per my usual daily routine. I wake up to Teenie meowing loudly in my ear. I roll over and look at the clock. It says 6:59 a.m. For some reason in my still half-asleep brain, I totally mis-read it. I pet her and say, “Aren’t you sweet, making sure I get up on time…” Then it hits me. 6:59 a.m., not 5:59 a.m. CRAP!! I overslept an hour. I hate rushing in the morning. Throws me off for the rest of the day.
Point being: I love my cat, but I wish I could figure out a way to reset her internal “time to wake up mommy” clock to maybe 6:10, so I don’t oversleep quite so bad. But then, I also want to figure out a way to turn OFF her internal alarm clock on the weekends, so I guess I’m probably demanding too much. She is just a cat, after all.
Also, the last dream that I had before I woke up was that I had been kidnapped and these bad people had tied me up & injected me with crystal meth. Then they let me go, and I ran into my best friend from kindergarten, Carrie Buckley (who I haven’t seen in real life for over a decade), and in the dream she had a little girl with her & she was pregnant with her 2nd child. Her mom & my mom were there too. I was trying to pull my mom aside to ask her to inject me with this antidote stuff that was supposed to get rid of the crystal meth in my system, but I wanted to be discreet because I didn’t want Carrie, her mom, or her child to hear that I was on drugs. Sharon Osbourne was there at some point too, with a whole bunch of yappy little dogs following in her wake.
Moral of the story: no more artichoke & parmesan dip on Ritz crackers before bed. 😛