Up at 7:30.
So, my Dad and I don't communicate very well. Last night, he asked me to mow the lawn at his duplex/office this morning. I told him I was going to the beach tomorrow, and he suggested that I get up early to do it, before I met Sarah for the beach at 10 AM. The conversation ended there.
I assume I'm going to mow the lawn, and I get up early to do so. Dad assumes I'm not going to mow the lawn (because I "put up an objection," something he told my mom), and leaves about 10 minutes before I get up to go mow the lawn. Sigh...I'm kinda "oh well" on this by now. It almost makes me chuckle at us.
It's early, but I'm pretty awake--I already brushed my teeth, and, for me, that's the point of no return. So, I'll make myself busy until I leave.
I assume I'm going to mow the lawn, and I get up early to do so. Dad assumes I'm not going to mow the lawn (because I "put up an objection," something he told my mom), and leaves about 10 minutes before I get up to go mow the lawn. Sigh...I'm kinda "oh well" on this by now. It almost makes me chuckle at us.
It's early, but I'm pretty awake--I already brushed my teeth, and, for me, that's the point of no return. So, I'll make myself busy until I leave.