I guess it’s okay to be inconsiderate if you can claim it’s an inherited trait.
60s, cloudy, north wind here. It’s supposed to be the same all day.
If I lived under the same roof with Busdaddy, I would understand him wanting me up. But I don’t. And I didn’t want to get up this morning. Between Busdaddy and Sparkle, I didn’t stand a chance. *sigh*
I just wanted to wallow in self pity and bed is where I do that best. Once I’m up, I can’t do it.