Getting tagged has forced me to come back to the blogosphere. You can blame the back of the hill.

Sigh.

Meme:
List what you and your significant other did before a certain time in the morning on your own blog.

I begrudgingly woke up at 8, very confused due to furniture rearrangement the night before, and being in my own bed for the first time for 5 days! By some miracle, I managed to get my robe on, feed the obnoxious cat (Leo's cute, but not so much when all I want is sleep), and hop in the shower. By an even greater miracle, I was able to turn on the water and apply shampoo, conditioner, and soap, hopefully to the correct parts of the body in the correct order, but one must never expect too much out of a person before 9 am. I seem to smell allright and my hair is still in, so I couldn't have screwed up too badly. I got out, dried off, and dressed. Then came the part of my morning that I always hope to fix, but never get to...wanting coffee and food but being too late. So instead, in my dangerous non-caffeinated state, I hopped on my bike for my ten minute commute, got to work, clocked in, put on an apron, and dashed to the espresso machine. And so the ungodly hour of nine came, and I was somehow expected to be a productive member of the workforce.

As for the SO, he's accross the world right now, so I can't say for certain, but he claims to actually be getting up at 7 am. I don't believe it, so I'm waiting for confirmation. But normally his routine is comprised of rolling over, mumbling when woken up, and going back to sleep. I sure do pick 'em well.