Official "First Words Out of Your Mouth After Waking This Morning" Thread

I feel your pain. My cats are used to being fed every morning around 6 AM, due to Mrs. Slinger’s normal work schedule. When she’s not working and we get to sleep in, the cats are most displeased. One of them will start licking any of my exposed skin at about 6:30 in an attempt to rouse me. Fingers, ears, elbow, whatever he thinks will speed up the crawling-out-of-bed time.

Although (not to hijack my own thread), I can’t say that having my ears thoroughly cleaned by a cat’s tongue is entirely unpleasant. Is that wrong?

“Ugh…still too hot”.

The “real” Alaskans must be cooking to death, I’m of the always cold “Chilli Willi” variety.

“I must kill the cat”

If mine was beagle-shaped, I think my first words would be more like, “virgin my pasty white ass.”

Muttered to myself, in the shower: “Yeah, she’s good.” Total non-sequitur.

Apart from that – “Good morning, Steve,” as near as I can recall. (I leave the house before anyone else wakes up. Poor me.)

“Hey, pretty baby.” My bird flew over to say good morning with a wolf whistle.

“WOOF!” A friend sent me a particularly umm… stirring bit of burly man on man Pr0n during the night. :smiley:

“Maddy. Outside. [long pause] Man, are you ugly!”

Taking the dog outside for her morning poop…

Nearly every day its “Hello,” if I answer the phone before I go out or “Good Morning,” to whoever I meet first.

I’m pretty sure mine were “Good morning, do you need to go potty?”

The oldest kidlet has only been potty-trained for a couple of weeks, so sometimes she needs to be reminded.

“You have to be f-ing kidding me! Tell me that is not pubic hair on my bathroom floor! BUZZ!!! Get your a*& up here now!”

Reason # 967,413 why we are no longer engaged, now if I could just get him out of my house!

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Dump his stuff on the lawn and change the locks.

Tempting, very tempting!

However there is this little thing called money. I need his portion until I find a new renter.

I have ads everywhere.
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My first words this morning (at 1:48 AM) were “Aaaah, what the fuck! Ow!” because a goddamned Paper Wasp somehow was between my pillow and bed and stung me when I put my hand under my pillow in my sleep. It is not a particularly pleasant way to be awakened.

Upon hearing the alarm:

“Crap. I am NOT getting up now”

Then I got up.

“Aw, hell.”

Wait, you know Cap’n Crunch? Even more importantly, he’s incontinent? :stuck_out_tongue:

I think it was probably me casting some mild obscenity or insult my way for walking through the room, forgetting what I was supposed to be getting, walking out again and then remembering. “Stupid dummkopf” or something along those lines.

“Hey Boo-Boo.”

To the cat.

“I think I’m really really late for work.”

I was. I was 9:15am, and I was supposed to have been there at 8am. Thank god I’m civil service.