That is what the alarm does to a crazed woman who is nursing a hang over.
An hour later, 2 more alarms blaring, walking on me and crying “oh wow” and “err err errr errr err.”
What the hell.
Now it is 930.
I checked my dance card.
Appointment at 930am, with Carol and Patti.
Well, I blew that off.
I rolled over in pain.
It was raining when I left last night and I slipped on the damn cement stairs.
Geez, my hind end is sore.
Finally, 1030am, the Chx Butt rises from the ashes.
And plays games on the internet.
What a ridiculous waste of time.
I love it.
Several hours later, after a few bottles of fortification, I am back on my game.
I know I am back, when Chris and Christine wave to me, from across the bar, singing “Born on the Bayou.”
An alarm rings in my head.
What the hell?
I better get going.
As I was driving back home, to check on Oh Wow and P Daddy, what did I see but 3 musketeers walking over to the bar.
Oh no you don’t.
I need my beauty rest.
Besides, I just met Nikkie and John, and they are gonna adopt me.
I love weekends.