Mom and me both agree there. Daddy was up and gone to play golf or polo or tiddlywinks or whatever at some stupidly early time and sometime around 10 this morning is when we got up.

We sat at the table and blinked at each other.

She pushed a cup of hot cocoa over to me and poured her morning cup of Nastyâ„¢ (some folks call it "coffee") and then we sat there and silently drank it.

We made it to my classes in time, but Mom had sunglasses to hide the bloodshot eyes and just sat there grinning at me while I had to be all perky.