life, the universe, and donna

I have this awesome shark towel, courtesy of the Marmot for Christmas last year. I can’t find a picture of it, but imagine a hooded towel, like what people often make for babies. Now imagine it adult-sized. Now put a shark fin and eyes and teeth on it. Voila. Shark towel. I love it, because after I comb my wet hair out, I can put the hood up and it helps prevent frizzies as it dries. Also, it makes me look like a shark. I often run around saying, “Don-na…don-na… don-na-don-na-don-na-don-na” ala-Jaws music. Because I am simultaneously awesome and six years old all at once.

So, after getting out of the shower this morning, I ran upstairs to Nick (who was still sleeping) in my Shark Towel, climbed onto the bed and told him, “Shark Wakeup Service! The time is now… eight thirty.”

He tapped me on the nose and rolled over. Apparently I have a snooze button.