I'd think we were married 'cept for the fact that we don't ~have~ a basement.
I got up at 6 this morning, did dishes, fed the dog, packed my lunch, checked email, got Luke to the sitter, dropped off the dry cleaning...and was only about 10 minutes later than usual.
I got up at seven, showered, fed the dogs, brushed my hair, put lunch together, noted things for today's shopping trip, and still made it to work just before eight. An eight-minute commute helps laziness.