I have eight seconds to write you today. I overslept, as I was having a dream about Michael Jackson (I am not making that up) and incorporated the clock radio into my dream. Don't you hate it when you do that?
I don't know how Michael Jackson could have wedged himself into my subconscious. You never hear about him lately.
At any rate, I have forgotten to tell you that Marvin got a summer job. While I understand that elementary school teachers make a magnificent sum, and we really should have saved enough to get us through the summer, somehow we didn't. I will not name names, but Marvin is working for a famous delivery company that absolutely, positively makes him come in at 8:30.
I think he had to be at school at 2:45 a.m. or something. Girlfriend got there EARLY, is all I'm telling you. I do not know if he is ambitious or having an affair with a rooster, but either way it was fine with me, because I know I have told you that Marvin is what you'd call irritating in the morning and I was always glad he was out the door.
Marvin is a morning person. Morning is my cranky time. I mean, I understand that all the time is my cranky time, but it is at its peak in the morning.
Marvin BOUNDS out of bed at about 5:00 every day, like he's Amish or a fireman. He begins talking cheerfully right away, fully expecting that everyone around him will gleefully participate. Usually Tallulah and I just continue our REM and have learned to ignore him.
Now that he has three-and-a-half hours before he has to be anywhere other than DIRECTLY WHERE I WANT TO BE ALL MORNING, he is a real pleasure.
First of all, he turns on the TV right away. I know I am weird, but TV in the morning depresses me. Morning should be when you are bustling about, staring your day. Turning on the TV says to me, "I've given up. This day will be about lazing around." Even worse, Marvin watches MOVIES in the morning. You don't watch MOVIES in the MORNING. It's an end-of-the-day kind of thing. Why doesn't he just get a glass of wine and some chips while he's at it?
Plus also, he makes himself a leiiiiiisurely breakfast, which includes waffles and juice. And waffle plates and juice glasses that he leaves on the coffee table while he's watching his music documentary at 7 a.m.
If he's not watching TV? He's here. On the computer. ON MY COMPUTER. I mean, the morning is my blog time. But there he is, with his waffle, looking at guitars on eBay. If I demand the computer, he hovers here. "What are you doing? Is that what you're gonna write? You missed the 'e' in 'murder,' honey."
I am also lucky enough to have Marvin here when I finally leave for work. "Drive carefully. I don't want to hear that you're part of a twisted ball of metal!" he likes to say.
When does school start, again?