Mondays

Each Monday morning last tri season, Chris and I would have this exchange:

Chris: It's time to get up.
Me: (unintelligible groaning from under the comforter)
Chris: It's almost 7am
Me: (groaning and rolling over and ignoring him)

10 minutes later . . .

Me: (finally semi alert) Ugh. Guess what?
Chris: hmm?
Me: I don't want to get up. And I'm sore ALL OVER.