Howdy boys and girls - Tiz I... yer old pal Scrub here. Sunday morning.
So - here in Scrub's part of the Great White - we've been treated to some fancy dancy weather. In fact, was so nice yesterday that Scrub rustled up the Kid and we hit the great outdoors. No, No... not for huntin. Not for fishin. (GAWD... not for fishin). No - instead it was a great day to batten down the hatches 'fore the snow starts flyin all permanent like. I tell ya kids - couldn't have been nicer out there.
The Wife had her delicate digits all over Scrub's mouse last night. WOOOOOHOOOOOO! hehe
Seriously though - the Wife commandeered the Toshiba last night and whippped together another digipage. See - there it is. Nice, eh?
That was a pic from when the Kid turned Teen. Just a few weeks ago.
Hey - it was so nice out yesterday, Scrub even
fired up the BBQ and me and the fam had weenies for lunch! Love it - mid November and fire in the pit.
So - 5:35 am. Let me tell you 'bout this nonsense.
The ol internal clock has been going off around 5:30 every day. Seriously. 5:30. And, dont know 'bout you all - but when Scrub's internal clock goes off - pretty much gotta answer the call.
Every morning. Driving me crazy. Get up. Quietly creep around the igloo careful not to wake the Wife and the Kid. Hell - lunatic dog even looks at me with disdain. Kinda the "What the bark are you doin?
Have tried a couple of strategies to deal with it.
Done the warm milk thing. Like drinkin straight from the teat that is. Blech.
Couple of cocktails before bedtime. Nothin. Fun, but didn't help the early morning thing.
BUT - I figured a new strategy. Sort of a negative reinforcement thing. Here's the plan:
*Ding - internal clock goes off. Scrub wakes up. Instead of creeping around the igloo - gonna wake the Wife. Lights on. Blankets off. WAKE UP!
Now - make no mistake. The Wife - she aint a morning gal at the best of times. Nope. Not one little bit. Growly. Grumpy. Confused. Nope, not a morning gal.
If Scrub wakes the Wife at 5:30 - without a diamond ring or Scrappy outing planned - she is gonna be a bear. Big time. She'll be miffed. And, rightly so - will let Scrub know - in no uncertain terms - exactly what she thinks about her hubby wakin her up without a diamond ring to ease the pain or scrappy outing planned. NO UNCERTAIN TERMS.
This, my friends, is not something that I would look forward to. In fact, avoiding such an encounter is the whole reason that I creep around the igloo in an attempt not to awaken the crowd.
BUT - if my brain knows that danger is at the door by wakin up the bear - then perhaps it will keep Scrubbie asleep until a more reasonable hour!
Oh sure - I don't WANT to have to resort to such measures. But, guy's gotta sleep. Right?
I shared this clever plan with the Wife.
The Wife - ummm...less than enthusiastic about the plan.
The plan will not be going into effect.