Huh.....

Evil Yet Effective

Last night Eric and I went to D&Ds for Canoes (Beef Tenderloin stuffed with yummy goodness. I call them "canoes"). Dinner was SO GOOD. We had a few drinks and went back to his house around 9ish. I made sure that before we went to bed I expressed to Eric that he was on major wake-up duty. I had an early morning dentist appointment, and unlike Mr. Perky, I'm not a morning person. He took on the task of getting me up and lets just say he succeeded with an A+.

He started out like this: "Jeeeeesssssss, get uuuuuup." and then went to a more threatening "Jessica, you really have to get up your going to be late..." It didn't matter. I was still responding, face in the pillow, with a muffled "ughihgihghghgihgihgh". At this point Eric realized he had to resort to a more intense form of wake-up therapy. He looked me in the eye (the one that was peeking out from the comfy pillow) and cruelly turned up the volume up on the bedroom TV to MAXIMUM. That's right, the TV that I'd have to WALK TO in order to shut off or turn down. Then he took all the remotes (there are 3) and walked out of the room with them. As I was screaming over the TV about how unnecessary it was that he do this to me, he hits me with phase two of wake-up therapy. He brings in a Coca-Cola. I'm a coffee drinker at heart but when there is no coffee, and one needs to get up, BELIEVE ME Coca-Cola is right up there with crack in your cereal. It's a get up and get moving sort of beverage. So he brings it to the bedroom door, cracks the fizzy soda open (my ears perk up because now he's teasing me with the sugary caffeine) and instead of bringing it to me, he sets in down on the ground. AT THE BEDROOM DOOR. Where I'd have to WALK TO GET TO IT. He then smiles and leaves.

EVIL yet effective.

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 7:58 AM