Dear lord....
6:45 a.m. Six-frugging-forty-five in the frugging morning.
*pound* *pound* *pound* "Wake up, Dad! It's morning!"
Only by technicality, dear. *groan* My children are awfully lucky that I love them.
*pound* *pound* *pound* "Wake up, Dad! It's morning!"
Only by technicality, dear. *groan* My children are awfully lucky that I love them.