I love sleep. I love naps. Curling up in my blanket with the white cloud of A/C noise humming steadily and methodically in the background. Pure Bliss. It is a rare day I enjoy waking up at the butt crack of dawn to welcome the morning [unless I'm on vacation and there is a pool, then some weird rooster crows inside me and I'm happy to swim laps at 6am]. But most days I'm the antithesis of those crazy Kundalini yogis happily hyperventilating their morning Breath of Fire.
Even with the SIX alarms I set, seven if you include my little pup, Mavis, who gets so excited by the 3rd alarm she can't stop wriggling and somersaulting over my head, my half-asleep hazy brain either throws the clocks, hides them under pillows or simply ignores them altogether. It has always been this way and I know I'm not alone; my friend Evie is also a sleep hoarder. When we lived together, she would hear my alarms beeep beeeep BEEEEP for an hour before I would rouse. All of my roommates have complained.
So a few days ago, Evie sent a video for this fabulous invention to me. I wonder with a maximum volume of 113 decibels [apparently louder than a chainsaw] and a shimmy thing that shakes the bed, if this is my answer or if it would just be a new chew toy for Mavis.
Notice how even the cameraman jumps? This alarm is skeery.
Best Wake Up Song Ever [Live]
One of my friends used to get soooo ticked off at me for blasting this while making breakfast. I confess 10 years later, I did it on purpose. Who wants to eat breakfast alone?? Tee hee.