Studly Doright never sets an alarm. He’s been getting up at the same early hour for the past 40 odd years now unless he’s sick or on vacation. So when I realized he was still in bed at 6:42 this Friday morning I immediately checked to see if he was still breathing.
Having confirmed that was still among the living I shook him vigorously. “Hey! You’re still in bed.”
“Mmphm,” he replied.
“You are late for work,” I persisted.
“Not going in today,” he mumbled.
“I’m taking you to the beach for your birthday.”
Well, alrighty then!”
So here I am, sitting outside a hotel in Destin, FL. There’s not a beach within a mile.
“I swear,” Studly swears. “I booked us a room at the beach.”
There might be a reason I always book the hotels. Sigh.