Spring Forward, Fall Back means nothing to a 3 year old who runs on her own time. So, after waking up early and stumbling blind to the shower through flipped on lights and piles of laundry (of both varieties), I started the Monday clean-routine. While washing behind my ears with the washcloth I noticed something. "Oh crap! What is that white stuff?" I mumbled aloud and mildly alarmed. From inside my head, my brain yawned and whispered "Shampoo suds, dummy. Go get some coffee." After which I think I heard my brain roll over, flip me off, and go back to sleep to wait for the caffiene.
My brain is such a bastard.
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