“Happy Birthday Honey”
Today is my husband’s birthday. Simple huh?
6:15 Alarm goes off. I roll over to give it the Evil Eye
“awwww fuuuccckkkk”
Hit the snooze.
Usual morning echange between TheKid and I:
Her: grunt
Me: yawn
Her: whine
Me: sigh
Her: I hate my hair! UGH!
Me: growl
I am not a morning person. Neither is she. Weekday mornings are a blast.
“Doodle, I must have fucked up my foot while I was sleeping. It really hurts!”
Large coffee.
That’s so sad. 
I didn’t get to bed until 2 a.m. (flight home delayed :mad:) and had a stomachache from airport food that didn’t pass until about 3 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep after my boyfriend’s alarm clock went off at 7:15 a.m. so when I finally dragged my ass out of bed at 8:00 a.m., my first several words were, “Fuuuuucck.”
I’m going on six hours without speaking.
I love working at home.
‘Wakey wakey!’ said perkily to my 4 year old.
“Time to wake up sweetheart!” said gently to my 6 year old.
“Up and at 'em” said energetically to my 8 year old.
“I know you’re still tired, but it’s time to get going.” said firmly to my 11 year old.
Phone rings. I answer.
“Hello. Oh, you’re sick again and won’t be coming to work? Again. Of course I understand - you’ve worked all of 6 days this month - you must be exhausted!”
Grrrrr.
Some variation on ‘dammit’ or ‘fucking mornings’ No, I’m not a morning person.
“Hey, can we keep that flip chart in here for the meeting?” How’s that for scintillating conversation?
I had to double-check that CalMeacham hadn’t posted that.
As far as actual words go, I think I said, “Bye, honey,” when my SO left for work.
Can you point me to the Nestle’s Quick?
¡Dioxxxxx! ¡Hace un frío de cojones!
The radio (not sure whether it was Willy or Billy) said almost simultaneously that “it’s colder’n a brass monkey out there today,” which amounts to the same only in Scottish.
Something profane, I’m sure. I hate getting up. Randomized language; I can swear in several.
Back in her dormitory days, one of my roommates had her bed next to the computer desk, and used an instant messenger program pretty much as an answering machine. Occasionally, if I were up, I’d send something like ‘Let me know when you’re conscious, we’ll go get food.’ From these IMs, I learned that apparently that mumbling, cranky, zombie-like noise she makes when she gets out of bed in the morning is actually spelled " asdfghjkl;’ ".
“Youch! Yes, I’m ok.” Then, “Hey, baby,” to my son who had appeared next to the bed.
Although “Hey, baby” is usually the first thing out of my mouth in the morning, unfortunately I had two seizures Monday morning. Apparently the new birth control pills I’m taking made me metabolize my seizure medication too fast, so I didn’t have enough in my blood to be effective. Anyway, I’m still sore like I just a had a freaking full-body workout.
Usually, I start the day with a string of muttered profanities.
“Time to wake up, sweetie” or words to that effect. Had to roust Dweezil to get him up in time for school.
Most days, it’s “morning” if it’s not “Time to wake up, sweetie”.
“Oh shit, it’s 6:25!” I guess I would think that every morning at 6:25, but in this case I was due to be at work at 6, so it was a little more pressing.
Sung to the tune of Danny boy:
Oh Riley boy, wake up it’s Tuesday morning
it’s time for school, and then the JCC
but first cartoons, and then a little breakfast
it’s time to wake up
my little Riley man.
I wake up first, feed the dog, let it out, take a shower, then wake up my oldest son with that song, then I wake up my wife. So I don’t say anything until I sing his wake up song.
So, another Tuf Voyaging fan?
My first words of the day are never to our cat, which is confined to the basement overnight just to keep him from pouncing on us or prowling in the dark/knocking things over.
My first words this morning, to my lovely wife as she nudged me, were, and I quote, “Wakey-up time?”
And yes, regrettably, it was.