Kim Says

The personal alarm clock begins his spelunking expedition at 7 a.m. Slowly pulling away the layers of pillows and blankets to rediscover the prehistoric being buried far below.

The adventurer cheerfully sings: 

Wakey Wakey

Eggs and bakey

But there’s no eggs and bakey

Only time to get up

And go to work. 

At first, I thought it was a fine little ditty, but somehow it turned dark at the chorus… 

Begrudgingly I get out of bed and begin to make my trek to the homeland… the light and the way… the kitchen that holds the only product that keeps me alive most days…Red Rose Tea. I can you see the glowing light. Hear the angelic music. It’s calling me… 

I step in cat puke. 

 Happy St. Patty’s Day! Hope you all paint the town green tonight.