Woke up at 7:40 “Fuuuuu ….!”

It’s becoming quite the routine to wake up late on Sunday, throw on shorts and a t-shirt, brush my teeth and untangle my hair and just leave.

The Laundry Lady even mentioned “You look tired” today.

Nice.

Thanks.

But I am – so, can’t really fault her for her honesty.

After shoving two washing machines full, I returned to her to pour a cup of coffee.

I confessed to her in a hushed tone that I hadn’t even walked the dog this morning.

“I just figure, what if I woke at 9 – she won’t know the difference.”

She kindly agreed with me.

But probably I need absolution and have some Hail Mary’s to do – but since I’m not Catholic and I know my poor Manatee is thinking what the heck?!  I’m carrying the bad fur baby mom guilt while the dryers spin.

As for Glaucoma Man – he was in rare form.

I heard all about a rash that he had.  Was shown his leg.  Shown his hydrocortisone.  Listened about his eye, his heart, his desire for grapefruit juice that he can’t sate.

Meanwhile I was stuffing the washing machine and wishing he wasn’t looking at my laundry and standing so close.

I have become not only the muser here – but everyone’s ear.

Seven minutes left on the dryers and then quickly fold and get home.

Then I have a very important date with Netflix and my bed.

Of course, that’s after I walk the dog.  Who may or may or may not grant me forgiveness.

I’ll just give her a cheese stick – bribe my way back into her good graces.

I should probably carry some on me when I come here, when Glaucoma Man approaches I can give him one so he can’t talk so much with his mouth full.  Just hope he isn’t lactose intolerant – I don’t need to see anymore rashes.