Please know that I see the complete irony of my profession of lobsterage with the husband in my last post, and then today's. It's how I tend to roll. And, lucky for me, the husband is quite secure with all of my extra-marital affairs with fictitious characters.
Possibly the best show ever. It is actually quickly gaining speed to overtake my beloved Friends as my all-time favorite. I never thought I'd say that. Definitely feels like infidelity. Like I'm trading one Rachel for another.
What I adore most about GLEE, though, is that it is High School Musical for grown-ups. And I love me some Wildcats. Drama and showtunes all wrapped up together just rocks. And when you add pretty people....well...just shut the window and call me Edgar.
It is also possible that I enjoy a heaping helping of the GLEE gang because of Mr. Schuester. Swoon. Like in the category of Mr. Darcy's swoonage.
See...he's very special, isn't he???
Now...switch gears and cut to this morning.
I had set my alarm for 4:45 a.m. for 15 minutes of snooze-allocation. Then I could be up by 5; teeth brushed and tennis shoes laced up by 5:15; and to the gym by 5:30 to meet my gymeeps.
Before I progress, let me chase another rabbit down a twisty trail. It is a documented fact that if I awaken to a loud, harsh, blaring beeping then it takes me to a very nasty place. So, I have always opted for the clock radio option when it comes to alarms. It just ensures a longer lifespan for those around me. But since Rosie has her iHome, I treat myself to a wakeup call from my playlists. It's a party every morning now.
Back to this morning.
All I remember is that I was with Mr. Schue. In the GLEE music room. And Mr. Schue was singing "Endless Love" to me. And I was swooning.
And then I was back in my bed. And the clock said 5:30. And I had slept 45 minutes while listening to Mr. Schue croon to me.
It was blissful.
Even if it made me uber late to the gym.
Luckily Lisa completely understands the beauty of the Mr. Schuester dreams and forgave me for leaving her high and dry on the elliptical.
It's what friends are for.