The McLandsborough called me after his early morning dentist appointment today. I was still in bed attempting to stay asleep in order to avoid The Great 2009 Before-School Purge and Cleaning of the Rooms. My very shameful secret is that the padawans' rooms aren't half as bad as mine is because sometime last semester I decided that "piling on the floor" was an appropriate solution to "where to store all this art school stuff". Anyway, I wasn't going to get up: if you're not awake, you can't be expected to clean your room, can you?*

Unfortunately when I heard Jme's ringtone (shut up, you all have your own ringtones I do this for everyone) I reached out from under the covers and answered it in spite of my intention to sleep forever.

"Hello?"
"Hi, baby - just got out of the dentists'."
"And what did the dentist say?"
"More kisses."
"He... what?"
"He says I need more kisses. Yep: more kissing for me."
"Oooooh rly."
"Yes. Kissing. Look: I don't know, honey - I'm just telling you what the dentist said. He said he'd write up a prescription if I needed one but baby he's a doctor so we'd better just obey."

Once you laugh as hard as I did it's impossible to even pretend you can go back to sleep.

Awwww crap. Guess I'm getting up and cleaning my room, dang it.


*There are some drawbacks to this plan. YMMV.