Summers never look the same

This morning has already started out horribly. (I probably spelled that wrong. Do I care? Yes. Am I too lazy to look it up? Yes again.)

As the same as almost every morning this Summer, my parents have to leave for work at seven in the morning. Which is very early during the Summer to a teenager. So they have to leave my dog in his kennel. Well actually, he's not even a dog. He is still a super young puppy, and is so very annoying most of the time. So whenever he is left in his kennel, he barks like crazy.

SO, at seven this morning, I was awoken (if that's a word) by him. Again. But this time, I just decided to ignore it. Because I figured I would fall back asleep, and my sister lives in our basement and never hears him. So I did fall back asleep! Which was a surprise, I'm not very good at the whole sleeping thing. But apparently, something magical happened and my sister woke up.

At about 8:45, I was still sleeping, and my sister proceeds to start yelling at my dog at the top of her lungs. So I put my pillow over my head hoping and praying that she will just shut up. But now, of course that is not the case.

So then flings open the door to the room I am currently striving to sleep in, and lets the dog jump on me and attack me. (On this particular morning, my dad did not take him on a walk, so he is extremely hyper and extra annoying, explaining why my sister was yelling.) My sister then says;

'Sorry, I have to go to Chick-Fil-A.'

'Why?'

'The YoungLife thing again.'

So I do not respond and she shuts the door and leaves the dog on my bed biting me all over, and playing Tug-A-War with my arm.

I get annoyed so I get up and open the door. He runs out to the living room and I go pee, as everyone does when they wake up. I leave the door open just in case he gets too crazy.

I finish peeing, take my retainer out, take my disgusting medicine, and proceed to the living room.

When I look at the couch, I see my sister. Sitting on the couch. On the computer. On my computer. I go put my dog outside, and close and lock the door.

(Now, as some of you know, when it comes to my family, I am not nice to them in the morning. Well actually, I'm just not nice to my sister in the morning.)

So I say to her;

'I'm glad you woke me up to get on Facebook.'

'What?'

'I'm glad you woke me up to get on Facebook.' - A littler clearer this time, just so she gets the message

'I only got on for like two seconds, chill!' - Does all of the events I described ^^ up there sound like two seconds? Yeah, I didn't think so either.

So we proceed to get into a little fight. As she is complaining about how the dog woke her up this morning, I am thinking in my head 'I had to do that every morning, suck it up.' But I didn't say anything, I just went back into the den and slammed the door, just to make sure she knew I was angry.

So now, I am sitting home alone (which is very nice), with my now calm dog due to a simple chewy. And I am writing this post. I'm glad I got to share my story.

I hope that today turns out better than this morning. Don't you worry folks, as soon as my sister gets home, we'll probably be back to normal. That's the kind of relationship we have, we forget about fights usually and don't care about them.

For now, I am sitting and waiting for a text message that I probably won't even receive until eleven or twelve, if at all. Don't you just love waiting? I know I do.....