I normally use my phone as my alarm. This morning I heard the alarm going off, but as many of us do, I laid there hoping that it would soon stop without my having to cut it off. As my mind began to approach consciousness I realized that somehow my phone had found a new home overnight and now resided under the bed. By this time, I am extremely angry with myself because I normally turn the alarm off on the weekends because Sat is my only day to sleep in. I tried to get off the bed but fell off the edge landing on my side and leaving behind one leg to wrestle with the entangled covers. After breaking free, the fumes began rising from my crown as I slid my arm under the bed to get the phone. The phone must have decided to play a game of "you can't catch me" because the tips of my fingers barely reached the phone and they danced until I finally pull the phone in my grasp. I felt as though victory was mine, much like a marathon runner who is ahead of the pack and sees the finish line. Ahhh, I thought to myself, I can turn this off and get back in bed before I fully wake up. As I dismissed the alarm the phone seemed to smile back at me as I read Wed 3/31/10. UGH! I dropped my head in defeat and went to wake the kids and prepare for work. What a cruel joke! Such a nice prelude to April Fool's Day!
Dinah
