That's what time I was woken up this morning by an alarm clock that my nearly-23-month-old set for me in the guest room all the way across the house from my room. The urban rap station was turned up to 11 so I could hear it from the other end of the house, no problemo. That was terribly thoughtful of her, dontcha think?
In less grumpy news, we attended our maiden performance of The Biscuit Brothers tonight at the Austin Children's Museum at the suggestion of a mommy of one of her classmates. It was packed with the under 7 set, and there was lots of dancing and clapping and general merry-making. At first The Geej wasn't digging in too much. She hates anything loud, and she thought the singing was a little too much. But once they sang "B-I-N-G-O" (one of her favorites), she was won over. Four of her classmates were there, along with a friend of mine and his two kiddos. A good time was had by all, and it certainly beat sitting in traffic after work.
In the "holy crap" department, I found out yesterday that the Team Leader job that I'm going for (that I'd written about in an earlier) was posted yesterday, and closes a week from today. So yeah, I've only got a week to get my shit pulled together and turned in to the Big Boss Man. And here's the super crazy part: He specified in the posting that this position is "only open to current members of [my] team." And I'm the only one on my team going for it. Um...okay. On the one hand, I'm thrilled that he has enough confidence in me to do it this way, but on the other, I'm afraid of the political backlash this might cause. I guess I can't worry about that because Que Sera, Sera. But still...
Finally, I must share with you something that happened last night. I was walking through the den on my way back to my room after checking on The Geej right before I went to bed. It was pretty dark, as all the lights in the house were off except for in my room, and as I walked past the chair in the den, I heard the unmistakeable rumbling of Earl's motor. I squinched my eyes in the darkness, and could tell he was all kinds of pimped out, lying on his side like $240 worth of pudding. Awww yeah. So I had to grab the camera. Here's what I captured:
Is he a badass, or what? That photo just screams "cold busted chillin'."