-1Ugh!, I love my girls more than anything, but if one of them could have been a little less punctual at 7 am on a Saturday morning I'd kiss their feet. Rory isn't so bad, when she sets a time she sticks to it most days. Sometimes she's a little too early, but I get leeway with her either way. Em on the other hand probably hasn't risen before the sun on her own clock since the first time I poked her toddler behind out of bed. However, the early cold Autumn air today must have brought more than a chill because here I am in the girl's doorway staring at my daughter in her bed, except it's the wrong kid. After a fit of head scratching and the placement of utter confusion plastered on my face I scoped out the "crime" scene. Judging by the state of this room I take it her other half has left camp already in search of pancakes. With one bed barley made, this one here still occupied and the dresser draws opened;10 bucks says she's at Luke's. Earphones in her ears engaged at the utmost volume level available thereby concluding I won't be getting much, if any conversation with her. Which bums me out since I'm whipping up a storm of questions regarding this surprise before my caffeinated wake up call. Perhaps I can persuade Luke into a no music allowed rule like his no cell phone mumbo jumbo.
