I want it noted that I’m not a morning person.
Put it on my tombstone and hold my funeral at night.
Rope me off until noon.
Don’t speak to me at some ungodly hour and expect an intelligent response.
For I am not a morning child.
I walk the midnight floors.
I troll the moonlit hours.
If you ask my mamma, she’ll tell you I was born around supper time.
Life began for me at the end of the day, not the start.
I think I was born around supper time too. I also am NOT a morning child. What was it with mom anyhow?
ReplyDeletei am a night owl forced to go against my very nature and be awake and functioning at an un-Godly hour! cursing and groaning are the first sounds out of my mouth, i am sorry to say. not sure what time of day i was born. love the imagery of you trolling the moonlight hours, laura!
ReplyDeletesue you hit the nail on the head- i am forced to go against my nature!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy girls have inherited the Briand night-owl gene, I think. They both complain that when they go to sleepovers their friends wimp out and fall asleep and they are left wide awake by themselves. They definitely do not get it from their father, who has to go against HIS own nature and stay up late playing jazz, when his dream is to be in bed every night by 9:00.
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