I Set The Alarm

I normally don't go too far from home on the first day of any school vacation if I can help it. The idea of having nowhere to go is kind of appealing to me. I may venture down to The Convenience Store Where They Call You Honey And Sweetie And You Sort Of Like That...but not much further. It feels rather decadent to lounge around the house all day.

Don't get me wrong. I'm usually up pretty early. As much as I like spending the day in sweats and slippers, I hate the idea of wasting any precious non-working time. But I don't get all crazy about it.

Today, however, I set the alarm so I could be up and out the door. I used the "Singing Birdies" setting so I'd know it was a day off. "Screeching Seagulls" and "Crowing Rooster" are for work days because they are loud and unpleasant noises designed to get me out of bed as quickly as possible. Bird songs kind of ease me into a waking state.

I'd managed to forget my camera and some of the wedding pictures from my brother and sister-in-law when I left my parent's house on Saturday night. If I didn't get over there today, I'd be sans camera and would soon lose the will to travel over there to get it. I wanted the trip over and done with so I could get back to the business of not leaving the house as early as possible. As an added incentive, I promised myself I could make a stop at the discount store on the way home to purchase low-cost baubles.

I also did some of that sweet, sweet "cupboard shopping" while at Mommy and Daddy Sheep's abode. I may be middle aged, but there is still a cheap thrill that comes with scoring stuff like I did back in my college days. I'm not proud of it. However, since Baby Brother Sheep had already done a fine job of clearing cupboard space of late, I don't think I was completely out of line. Fair is fair...

The camera was retrieved, free tuna packed up and the discount store shelves scoured for bargains. Then I was free to come home and do that which I do so very, very well:

Good book, mediocre knitting and a kitty who likes to help me nap. That is what I call vacationing!!!

I also watched Trailer Park of Terror because the viewing of all films featuring dead things walking is a vacation tradition as well. To call this one a true zombie movie would be stretching the genre a bit. Just because the trailer park inhabitants are dead and terrifying doesn't necessarily mean they are zombies. Sometimes the walking dead are just regular folk having a bad day. For example, if you and your neighbors happen to accidentally kill The Very Pretty Girl Aspiring To A Better Life's boyfriend and all end up cursed for your poor behavior, you aren't necessarily a zombie. Frankly, I think these people were just using their situation as an excuse to behave even worse.

I wouldn't be surprised one little bit if the zombies showed up just to set the record straight...

All in all, I'd say it was a pretty good first day of spring break. The only fly in the ointment was having to get up and face the outside world before I was really ready, yet I can't help but think that this would have happened anyway. There was something of an issue with the sleeping arrangements last night. After spending months working out an acceptable division of territory in the family bed, we are suddenly spending the wee hours squabbling over who gets to sleep where. It's not me. I know where I sleep: in the two square feet allotted to me on the right side of the bed and only if I sleep on my side and not move until whatever animal sound the alarm clock is making that day is heard.

Others, however, are less willing to stick to the Bedtime Treaty.

Waz not me! Waz jus' dufendin mi spot!!!!

It's vacation. I can nap. They have until the weekend to come to some resolution. After that, the rooster alarm is back on and there will be no time for this nonsense.

SA