Wakey Wakey

So Saturday morning when I got up, I woke Boo so she could start getting ready for Optimist volleyball practice, then I went downstairs to rotate the laundry and wake Tink, she had mentioned that maybe she wanted to help with Optimist Volleyball (some of the high school team usually helps out with this program).

When I got to the bottom of the stairs there was this dark purple addidas duffle bag on the floor. And I’m not remembering that Tink had a dark purple duffle bag although I couldn’t at the time recall just exactly what colors she did have.

I walked through the family room to the laundry room, did my thing, (you know the laundry) came back through, was almost through on my way to Tink’s bedroom when I notice Tink asleep on the couch.

I was like “Tink what are you doing there?” I leaned down and started rubbing her back saying wakey wakey Tink. The body moves, the head lifts and

IT”S NOT TINK.

My brain was working overtime trying to figure out why the face didn’t match the person. It was “L”, Tink’s friend who evidently came over after I had gone to bed.

I don’t know who was more freaked- her or me.

Tink had gotten up from the couch and moved to her bed sometime during the night and Tink decided that 9 am was too early to help with volleyball.