Why can't I muster the strength to get up just a mere quarter of an hour earlier? For everything else in life, I am always on time... In fact, I am quite proud of my punctuality. This morning, right as I texted Bun, "Ugh, I'm late for work again!" She sent me this image:
It turns out she was just looking at that book, thinking about how I am always 15 minutes late to work, pulled out her phone to take the picture and as she was going to send it to me, saw my text. At least I was on time in sending her that message!