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I am not a morning person. In fact, no one in my family is. Mornings are pretty crabby around here. I do not enjoy getting the girls up at 5:30 to get them ready for school. This morning, I was standing on the driveway with Robyn, while she waited for the bus to come. In the sky was the moon. While most of the time I think it is pretty cool to see the moon during the day, when I see it at the crack of dawn, I think I should be sleeping. I am not a morning person.
1 comments:
I like morning best, but I hate getting up. Give me a slooooww start, a big cup of coffee, and my jammies--then I don't mind morning.
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