This morning the iPod alarm system tried to wake me up, but it was a really nice little Christmas lullaby and it had the very opposite effect. Our apartment has been getting pretty pretty chilly in the night, and you know how fantastic a warm bed feels when your nose is a little cold from the temp of the overall place. So I snuggled back in and let the not-so-good iPod alarm put me back to sleep. Until Jason rocketed out of bed and said "Time to wake up!" "Time to get up!" "Get up! Get up! Get up!" over and over and much too loud (and talk about an annoying alarm-clock).
But I didn't care. I was happy and cozy and most importantly warm. And then a really really annoying Christmas song followed up the first number. So I pushed next on the iPod alarm clock thing and Jason popped his head into our bedroom and said. "Today is the day I make you breakfast in bed!"
Now this idea I liked. I could hear him pouring things and bowls clanking and pouring more things and before I knew it he was back with a bowl full of Honey Nut Cherrios. Not exactly the breakfast in bed I thought might be coming after winning the great debate (thank you very much), but I'll take what I can get. So I watched an old episode of Friends, ate my Cherrios and wished upon a star I hadn't made fun of the whole Snuggie idea so hard core last year, because it sounded pretty in-genius while I fought with my blankets.
Ok, so my breakfast in bed was not so glamorous; but it's us and it works and we like it! (and I know that you are wishing that you had a crazy alarm clock buddy who pokes and pushes and sings and shakes you awake every morning.)
And after all of this talk about a chilly morning in the apartment you are wondering why we don't turn on the heater? Well because I refuse to use a heater when we're living in the middle of Orange County! Where it's like 70 degrees and beautiful outside today! I'm a rough-and-tumble Idaho girl—I can totally handle a little 62 degree apartment weather!