This character trait does not bother me in the least, but apparently, it is a cross that my family has to bear daily, and for that, I am sorry.
So, just in case you don't actually believe that I am not a morning person, you can go here for proof.
Yes, that's right. Ab decided that she wanted to start a blog. (Aaaah! A girl after my own heart! Painted toes and writing? Bliss!) And because I am one of her favorite people, she dedicated her second post to me. . . and my overall pleasant attitude in the morning.
I suppose that sometimes the truth hurts.
Thanks Ab for holding up the mirror to my grumpy morning ways.