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Screw you, Noon

    Noon.

    Dude, you mock me.

    I put in what rightfully feels like a days work—slop the trough, dress the turkeys, clean the cages, put on my rodeo clown suit, corral the steer towards the pasture (or the zoo AND the park AND the coffee shop AND the library) only to come home to you…

    Noon.

    Screw you, Noon.

    My hard-won screen hour only takes me to your Irish twin, One O’ Clock. What has One ever done for me except demand more coffee?

    Six am is always ugly, but for noon I need my beer goggles. And I keep them goggles locked up until at least 4.

    So come back later noon. And when you do, you’d better say Five.

    0 thoughts on “Screw you, Noon”

    1. Beth

      Oh, how I remember how the days dragged on.

      Funny, funny description! And why keep the beer goggles locked up? I say have a beer omelet!

    2. LucyCooper

      Oh, for me it’s Three. I hate you, Three. Three is when we’ve done everything there is to do, naptime’s over and done, and I suddenly feel the need to eat everything in the kitchen.

    8. Heidi

      Noons okay when it’s the time I get out of bed! I look forward to 11PM at work, so screw you seven PM!
      Oh and screw you 6:30AM, the time I have to get up to get the kids off to school.

    9. Sprite's Keeper

      Can I add a screw you to eleven when I’m sitting starving at my desk and trying to make it to noon so I can eat lunch?
      Eleven revels in my misery! Those snake eyes on the clock are a constant mockery.

    12. Not The Rockefellers

      Noon, I have lunch with the kiddies at school…
      24 open mouth chewers, 24 juice pouches that need to have the straw put into them, 24 little fruit cups that need the hermetically sealed lids taken off, 24 little go-gurt’s that need their tops snipped off….

      yeah, noon…what’s your deal?
      I heart 3:00 🙂

      Peace – Rene

    14. JD at I Do Things

      I’m with Sprite’s Keeper. Eleven gets the finger from me. DOUBLE FINGER! That hour until lunch is the longest hour of my life. Of course I COULD eat at 11; no one’s stopping me, but my god, what an interminable afternoon that would be.

    16. Pearl

      I’m a big fan of Sunday afternoon. It comes on so soft. There’s nothing I need to do, I’m hours away from considering work. I can just wander around the backyard, pulling random weeds and squinting towards the sun.

      Ahhhh.

      Pearl

      p.s. And yes – 11:00 blows! I eat lunch at 11:30 and to be SO CLOSE to lunch is excruciating.

    18. Spencer L Casey

      Lock the kiddies in the bedroom with a bag of salami and some string cheese at 6AM and then sleep till noon. You’ll find, I think, that the hour is suddenly your friend.