Well it isn't often that I manage to sleep late mornings so I try to make teh best of it when I do get the chance, rare though it is. Usually turn off my cellphone, bolt all the doors, slam the windows, shut the curtains and turn up the air-conditioner full blast. Possibly as close to hibernating for winter in a mountain cave as anyone can possibly get.
Fortunately managed to get 7 straight hours till this morning when I was rudely awakened by the sound of early birds chirping. Seriously. I know we're supposed to adore the heavenly sounds of nature calling but black murder was present in my thoughts.
And all I could think of was getting a bow and arrow to shoot them down. Perhaps even fry them with bread crumbs and spice for breakfast.
Have an apple on me!
Certainly a far cry from pure, innocent Snow White serenading the lovebirds - I'm probably more like the wicked stepmother with the poisoned apple. Pretty sure she had fried pigeon for breakfast too ( that's when she's not too busy feasting on her virginal step-daughter's heart ).