When I finally came too and realized that awful blaring noise was my girlfriend’s alarm, I knew we we’re screwed. Saturday morning’s aren’t the lazy sunday morning vibes but they also aren’t meant to be the wild school and work morning vibes either. Saturday mornings for us though are much worse. When the boy goes away for the weekend, edibles come into play. Friday nights are for munchie food, junk food, popcorn, and movies. So by the time Saturday mornings arrive the entire last 24 hours of life feel like an entire lifetime on its own. For some odd reason, the one day of the week we are capable of sleeping in, she likes to schedule appointments at the ass crack of dawn. When that alarm goes off my eyes go lazy and crosseyed, head spinning, hair a mess, no matching clothes, prolly a sock and a half, hopping to the car praying we’re only 10 minutes off track as we are almost 2 hours away from our destination. My poor girlfriend basically walking sideways, fake lashes hanging off her eyes and face, with the cutest messy hair and outfit to ever exist. We’re usually trying to murder each other screaming rude low blows scrambling to get ready and make it to the car in one piece. Though they are the most dreaded of days, i wouldn’t trade them for all the peace in the world, her chaos is one of the many reasons I fell in love with her.