Mean In the Morning
Two cups of coffee
One eye open but I am not sure if I have my pajamas off yet
I do not even care.
I doubt I am awake enough to put deodorant on in the right spots.
My husband begins to walk into the kitchen
I growl a warning growl.
He backs off.
My mean side is laughing and doing a little jig.
My breath nearly knocks me down
Mornings are not for pussies.
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