God makes me a morning person. Seriously, if there is something I need to be awake and alert and happy for even when I have gotten less than the recommended amount of sleep, I will wake up before the alarm and feel completely rested. It's nuts. Today is Saturday, my only day of the week with an opportunity to sleep in, and this is the first Saturday I've had the chance to in a while. So obviously, what happens on this fine morning at about 6:45? I not only wake up, I wake up in the mood of Cinderella. If I didn't have four friends staying with me this weekend, I probably would have danced around singing as I made the bed and cooked breakfast. It would have sounded pretty bad, but no one sounds like Cinderella when they sing in the morning anyway. Since there are four other people here this weekend instead of the usual me, I didn't want to wake up anyone else (the Keurig is SO LOUD when you are trying to be quiet) so I decided to take the time to sit with my
...or at least a shiny grey.