Morning Glories

I'm really not a morning person.  (I'm not a night owl, either, but that's beside the point.)  Mornings for me are a daily near-torture of hitting the snooze several times and trying to put together an outfit that I didn't wear last week (or worse--earlier this week).  The monotony of the routine can get to me sometimes, even though it's what millions of Americans just like me do every day.

But unlike the other millions of Americans, I have a secret weapon to fight the tyrannical monotony--Mister and Wanda.  Mister and Wanda are my two little Morning Glories.  They have divided their duties and they're quite efficient with them.  Mister's job is to help on the front end--he supervises my shower, then he is there to provide ample head-bunts once I'm out.  He makes sure every tooth gets sparkling clean when I'm brushing my teeth, and provides moral support as I'm untangling my hair in the morning.  (Now that I have cut my hair, he can take a little break on this task for a while.)  

Wanda's job is on the back end--she is responsible for helping me pick out an outfit.  I carry her to the closet, open the door, and she surveys the options, purring loudly.  I'll ask her opinion, and sometimes she will push her whiskers forward in what we call "the pucker" to register her agreement with my choice.  Then, when it's winter, we go to the sweater cabinet to choose a sweater.  She has to move almost to the point where her nose is touching the sweaters to make a decision, but she peers attentively into the multi-colored sweater extravaganza to make sure she is making just the right statement.  I think Wanda must have a very good fashion sense, because she takes this responsibility very very seriously.  (Or maybe she's just plotting her leap to the top of the closet...)

Sometimes I feel a little like Cinderella with her woodland animal helpers, only my helpers are real.  On the other hand, there should definitely be more singing.  I'll get right on that.