Before Breakfast

I see where mom gets her sense of timing. It's from grandma.

I went and was making a pot of coffee, minding my own business when grandma in her infinite wisdom decides I need to go and pick apples. I mutter out a reply and she gets all huffy I didn't go right away. I snapped out "Whatever", clearly grumpy in the morning before I have my coffee.

I need to stop listening to her before I have FREAKING STROKE.

Huh, maybe this is why I was dreaming about alcohol and playing cards.