Got home from work yesterday around 4:45. I was pretty tired because I had worked the night shift/morning shift flip-flop thingy. I always try to stay awake until around 8 or 9 because if I go to sleep too early, I can’t sleep through. I ended up crashing on my couch about 7. John was asleep when I got home because he was worn out from staying the night with a group of his buddies. I had no one to keep me up with loud music, the phone, and running in and out.
   Well, I woke to mouse noises. I thought it was gone, but apparently - not! I was hoping that it was in fact gone because it had warmed up. I get up after I pound on the living room wall so that it will run back into its hole and hide. Lord knows, I don’t want it to bite my toes off or anything. First things first. I let my Oddie in. He was a good mouser at one time. I don’t know that he will do much now because he is getting older. When he gets to come inside he eats a mouthful and heads straight to my couch to sleep.
   I stumble to the kitchen. The stove clock tells me that it's 5am. Well, that’s a decent night’s sleep. I have to get up at 6 anyway. Maybe I’ll actually do my hair and put on makeup this morning. I go to making my espresso, but the milk doesn’t froth like it should. I notice this a lot when I dump the milk into the cup. Being a fairly new espresso maker, it dawns on me that the last time this happened the milk was old. I look at the date and it says June 01, which is today. It should be alrigh'. My ex always got mad at me when I would throw the milk away the day after the date.
   “What, Cindy? Do you think there is a milk fairy that comes by, waves its wand and BAM, the milk is expired?”
   “Whatever,” I would always reply while I was thinking things I cannot write here. 
   Okay, okay. So, with my espresso in hand I head to my couch, coffee table, and laptop. I press her boot-up-button, sit on the floor, back propped up against the couch that Oddie is already asleep on, and I take a sip of my magic Joe. What? Man that’s nasty. I get up and go to my fridge, uncap the milk lid, and take a whiff. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Either that milk fairy came by early or John left it out at some point and put it back in knowing I would be upset.
   I dump the nasty Joe down the sink. I gotta let the machine cool a little before I can make a good cup. Thank goodness I have one other jug of milk. I return to the living room, check my email and facebook.  Man, the little clock in the bottom right corner screams at me: 1:25.

WTF?

Sh)&*&^!
Sh)&*&^!
Sh)&*&^!

The clock on my stove is on timer.
It’s now 1:55 am. Wish me luck on a little more sleep.
It's a good thing that milk was bad.

HA!!