ta-da

you know those mornings where you wake up, glance at the clock, and realize that to make it to work in any frame called "on time" you would have to be leaving in 3 minutes?  so you jump up (well, get up slowly), look around for the one who was supposed to wake you up (in my case, we call him "Hubband"), see that's he's gone (obviously in shul), get mad at him, waste three minutes staring blankly at his stuff wondering if you yell at it, will it give him the message? and then stumble off to the bathroom.  only to find it's in use!

d: (through the bathroom door, gravelly voice) hey, did you just wake up?
a: yeah...
d: (chagrined) me too.

d walks back into bedroom to start getting dressed.  she looks at the clock for a moment.

v/o, d: (as d stands stupified staring at clock and pile of clothes on granny cart) i can't believe it's 8:30.  i won't get to work til 10, and then i'll have to stay 'til 6, and i don't know what time we're doing dinner, so i might be late.  well, that's what you get for going to sleep at 2:50.  wait... why would we do that on a sunday night?  we know we can't wake up in the morning.  was that saturday night?  ow, my brain hurts.  let's see.  we watched TV, spinal tap, sweetback, blade runner, cleaned up, washed dishes, made havdallah...  which means right before that, it was Shabbat!  last night was SATURDAY NIGHT!  woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  it's sunday!  hallelujah, jafar!

d races back to bathroom door.

d: it's sunday!  it's sunday!
a: yeah.
d: i thought it was monday!  i get a whole day i didn't know about!
a: (using mouthwash, unable to comment on this thrilling realization)
d: you know, when shabbos ends early, you get a whole extra sunday!
a: (using mouthwash and puffing out cheeks.  d reaches over and tries to pop the mouthwash out of a's mouth)
d: haha, i'm going back to bed.
a: (spits out mouthwash, finally, gives the love of his life a strange look)  k.  have fun.

the end