"The early bird gets the worm" seems to be a somewhat famous phrase. In an attempt to express being proactive, we are compared to a bird eating worms. What the heck? That is gross. If I am supposed to eat worms in order to be successful, well then forget about it. I would much rather sleep in, watch Thundercats, eat cake for breakfast, and then get up and on with the day. Today I was able to be the early bird and get up and be proactive.
On most days my wife gets up and goes to work before I do and then I get up about when she leaves and get ready for work myself. Call me lazy. She does. Last night I promised my wife that I would get up and fill her car with gas so that she could get to work on time. Stupid right? Get up early, go straight into a freezing car and drive to the freezing gas station and deal with that dumb pump that takes five minutes to put a few gallons of petrol in the car. I get back in the car and drive home again. Walking in the door I notice that my dog is particularly wound up and excited for the day and that the house is almost inappropriately cheerful for this time of the day. "This is kinda nice," I think to myself. I walk into my room, turn on the computer, walk into the bed room, see my wife busy getting ready. Then I realize that I have a wife!
At times, quite frequent, I come to a point in thought where it is as if the idea of marriage is just completely made up. Being married does not make any sense sometimes. What I mean is this. Lynette and I have been best friends for a while and the idea of us always being around and cooking together and shopping together and stuff is just normal. However, when I get up in the morning, leave my house, come back home, and see her, in my bedroom getting ready for work, it just seems to do something. We are really married and that is more than just hanging out and being friends.

