I don’t do mornings. Nor have I ever done mornings. Nor will I EVER do mornings. Not even Christmas morning.
Me. Up way too early on what I’m guessing was Christmas morning 1974. I was all of five precious years old. I think what was going through my head, if not verbalized, was, “Seriously. You want me to put her head on that stand down there? At this ungodly hour? Why don’t you just do it yourself? Merry freakin’ Christmas everyone.”
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