I strongly dislike mornings. I am always the last one to saunter into the hospital for rounds, I love to sleep and am not afraid to admit it. I keep things very dark when I wake up…practically showering in the dark even. I wish I liked coffee because I am sure it would improve my morning disposition, darnit.

With the renovation of the house the walls in the bathroom we are currently using are peeling BADLY…one morning I am rinsing my hair, cursing the fact that there are such a thing as mornings to begin with and I look up and what do I see…

Goodmorning!!

Yep, he taunts me EVERY day…it looks like he is winking at me. I want to scrape his face off except will not because of the hilarity of the situation. But, he will only be a part of my morning routine for about two more weeks thank goodness and then he has to go…along with all of the walls in that room!