Hookie

I can't help but think what would happen today if I had not gotten out of bed and came to work. The more I think about it the more I wish it came true.

I would probably sleep in until 7. Why so early? My bladder. I'd go back to bed, sleep until 8 and then, again, be woken by the bladder. Stupid bladder. By this time I would have said "Screw it," put on a pair of scrub pants, my robe and shuffled to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Kaitie would have heard me by now and would have greeted me at the end of the hallway, tail wagging, jumping around. I'd bend down to pet her and she'd lick my fingers and arm. She loves me ;) Back to my primary goal at the moment: coffee.

The tile would be cold against my bare feet as I crossed the kitchen floor to the sink to wash my hands of Kaitie lickings. We don't have a coffee maker and haven't had one in the Oldman's house in over 12 years. It's kinda sad. I love the smell of brewing coffee (except when I have a migraine) and I love the taste of the brewed beverage with a spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk (low fat, of course). He uses instant. Yeah, instant. Not the best stuff in the world but, hey, I don't have soda in the house and I NEED the caffeine. I boil the water in the glass kettle that sits on the back burner and prepare my cup: one spoonful of instant coffee, one spoonful of sugar. The water comes to a boil and I pour. Now for the mil... Ah, shit. We're outta milk. "Crap" is what I would say and few other mumblings under my breath and in my mind ALL containing a curse or five. I use non-dairy creamer instead. All the while with Kaitie at my feet.

I'd plop myself in the loveseat and rest my feet on the small leather ottaman strategically placed in front of aforementioned loveseat. The Oldman would say "Good afternoon," even though it was only 10 after 8, I'd grunt and sip my coffee while Kaitie licked my toes (this dog is a constant licker). CNN would be on and Kaitie would be consistantly squeaking her "baby" - her only form of communication when you're not paying her any attention. We'd play fetch for a few tosses before I got sick of her not bringing the thing BACK to me after she chases after it. Piece of shit.

More to come...