SOCAL LAN!!! uhh...2?

Friday morning, Mass Household:

Quiet whirring of the fan.  Small snoring noises from the big dog on the side of the bed.  Early morning birds out catching that worm.  Cool at 70 degrees, just perfect for sleeping the morning hours away.  Warmth next to me, happiness is with reach; velvety skin of a lovely wife, beautiful with tousled bed hair, bare shoulders peeking out of the covers.  I could have won the lottery, but I think all my luck was used for these moments:

*yawn*  

*streeeeetch*

*roll over in bed*  

HONKHONKHONKHONK 

'stupid alarm."   

(smacks snooze)  

"Honey, aren't you going to work today?"  

*grumble*  

"I guess so."  

"You've got to give a tour to the guys, right?" 

*moan*

"Humph."  

"You don't want to disapoint the boys, do you?"   

"Noooo, but they get to go to IWWWWWWWWWWWW, and I have to stay at work to give THEM a tour at the Rocket Shoooooooop!"   

"Awww, honey, it'll be okay.  You'll be there in spirit..." 

"Not helping, woman."  

HONKHONKHONKHONKHONK 

Stupid alarm.     

I guess I'll go to work.  Lucky jerks better bring me some fucking schwag.  

Be at Howie's tomorrow, or like I told Ponyboy, we'll come crap on your lawn!