My sister had a sleepover last night with her friend Bridget. So they stayed up late and what not while the other members of the family found something else to do, which usually entails being trapped in their rooms while the two girls take rule of the house. They must have stayed up until about 2 o'clock, not to late, but not exactly early. There are two different type of people when it comes to sleepovers: There's that rare breed of them that wakes up at about 6 a.m. and those who wake up at about 6 p.m. I'm one of the people who wakes up really early everyday, so at sleepovers, I wake up extra early for some reason, I have no idea why. By the time seven a.m. rolls around, I'll be up and running on a normal day. During a sleepover, I'm up at about five. When I wake up early at a sleepover, I have an important decision to make; do I wake everybody else up, or let them sleep, and maybe fall back asleep my self? I usually choose the former, and everyone groans and chews me out, but when we get the TV and videogames rolling, I usually think I made the right choice.
My sister is one of those people who isn't fully awake until about eight.... p.m. I feel bad for the person she is having a sleepover with, because a lot of their friends are courteous enough to wait until she wakes up before they begin their day. That usually doesn't work out very well.
E.g. Bridget wakes up at about 10 a.m., and Sophie's still asleep. Half an hour later, Bridget is getting kind of restless, and wants to get up and do something, but Sophie's still sawing logs on the couch. By about eleven, Bridget has probably thought about having breakfast a few dozen times, and you can practically see the Z's coming from Sophie's mouth. By the time noon rolls around, Sophie begins to wake up, only to realize that Bridget has left, Hudson is folfing with his friends, and her parents went to Taco Time for lunch because it's Taco Tuesday.
Photo Update from the Last Couple Weeks.
16 years ago

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