Mornings, mornings, mornings – why must we meet like this? I’m all comfy and snug in my bed and what happens? Morning comes and slaps me in my face. Why are you so mean to me? What have *I* ever done to you? Look at me. No, no look closer. I’m all innocent and everything. I need my beauty sleep. I need my down time. You think it’s easy maintaining this beautiful face of mine?
Mornings if you can’t behave and come at a decent time, I’m going to have to turn you in to Mother Nature. No one messes with Mother Nature. Consider yourself warned.
XOXO – Bacon