me versus the morning

[crypticgirl]

Mornings and I have this deal. The early morning courteously steers clear of me prior to 8:00am, such that I don't hear anything loud, see anything bright or notice anything more intellectually challenging than toast. In return, I do not hurl myself upon my fellow man with the nearest kitchen appliance and a cascade of anguished screams.

But this morning was different. This morning I got awoken by the cuddlebeast, after which we snuggled for a bit. Snuggling is good. Snuggling is even less intellectually challenging than making toast. Then he handed me my hearing, and I spent the better part of the next forty five minutes being regaled with the Badger Song, including the file of the crazy Dutch rendition.

Forty. Five. Minutes.

I don't know when he turned into a morning person, but thus far the only solution I'm seeing if this keeps up is one involving vast amounts of gaffer tape. He has insinuated that this would lead to me being in trouble, the kind of trouble that would involve a rousing musical awakening at six instead of seven. I would like to take this opportunity to insinuate that if he values his life and/or his kettle, he will not persist with this line of 'reasoning'.

Of course, I could've just turned my hearing right back off, but I was kind of enjoying the ranting and silliness. Don't tell him, okay?

Comments

[blarglefiend.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ranty McBadger, you've already targetted the kettle for extinction. Might have to opt for a different object of destruction...

In response to the ravings of Choral McTorture...

[crypticgirl.livejournal.com]

Me? Wage a brutal campaign of Not Putting the Kettle on the Base Thingy Properly While Whining about Its Continued Existence? Never.

But you're right - the kettle is a bit passe as an instrument of doom. I wonder if your iPod would count as a kitchen appliance...