in the 7's

Last week, I posted about the 7's and how I hate them and never get up during them. Please note the time of this blog.

I think I woke up because I heard the cat in my room (Mavis knows she's not allowed so it shouldn't have come as a shock when I kicked her out). The cat must have got in when one of the roommates slipped THREE Albertson's donuts into my room. Now I have a reason to get out of bed today! 30 seconds later my phone started to ring. My parents and sister Mallory singing the traditional and the family specific. A lengthy email from my sister Alaina. Already two texts from well wishers.

If all mornings in the 7's started so grandly, I might have to revaluate my numeric system.