The Husband is a morning person. He gets up with the sun, answers his email, runs 10K, plans covert operations for the CIA, and makes waffles before I even stagger into the kitchen. Then, while I’m fumbling with the coffeemaker, he buzzes around me, describing with great energy his plans for our day, or week, or life. Let’s paint the house! Throw a block party! Get a puppy!
He will never understand this commercial. But the rest of us do.
(Via Althouse, who has a hilarious riff on newspaper aesthetics, healthy breakfast cereal, and surrealism.)
7 responses so far ↓
spyscribbler // July 8, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Amen to that!
Jeff Abbott // July 8, 2008 at 2:31 pm
I am not a morning person. And today, my wife is energetically bouncing around the house, full of all our plans as we prepare our house to… yes, get a puppy tomorrow. (This six months after we got our first dog ever.) I need the Folgers Nuclear Blend.
Snart // July 8, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Happy Morning! I cannot believe that one of the sunshine people didn’t get a pillow in the face or a leg torn off by the dog. I have a feeling that this song will be sung and resung in our household until it is forcibly quashed in my throat. Happy Morning!
Rich // July 8, 2008 at 7:28 pm
Suddenly I am pro gun.
Maxine // July 8, 2008 at 8:56 pm
I think your husband is the ideal husband. I thought that anyway when I met him, and I still think it
Dan // July 8, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Rich: I was thinking the same thing. Except, I don’t think those sunshine people could be killed with conventional weapons.
No - I was thinking more along the lines of a small, well-placed, tactical nuclear device…with a smiley-face on it.
Ken // July 9, 2008 at 12:08 pm
I’m very much a morning person and even I had to supress some serious homicidal tendencies.
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