I did not want to get up this morning. Twice my alarm rang, and twice I turned it off and went back to sleep. After the second time, I dreamed that I went to the bank to withdraw thirty dollars, and was told that my account balance was only twenty-five dollars. “How could that be?” I was horrified. “I had a hundred dollars in there yesterday!”
The teller turned the screen so that I could see recent transactions on my account. There were three debits of twenty-five dollars each, all from early that morning. Then I realized that every time I hit snooze on my alarm, it cost me twenty-five dollars.
I woke up.
A Bird\'s Nest 
SilliGirl said,
December 20, 2006 @ 11:38 am
That made me laugh–I used to have dreams like that all the time before I stopped using an alarm clock. I’m so sorry you’re so stressed, and I will be sending you extra love and good vibes.
Annika said,
December 20, 2006 @ 12:10 pm
Come over. We stocked the bar. Sam snuggles make anxieties go kablooie.
MonkeyGurrl said,
December 20, 2006 @ 12:37 pm
That is funny as heck. Sure beats my dream of the wee monkey being an animagus – changing into a killer whale.
The holly daze will soon be over and we can get back to our normal non-neurotic selves.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH.
Laurie Ann said,
December 20, 2006 @ 2:14 pm
Could you imagine if that were true? I wouldn’t be able to afford to snooze.
Husband said,
December 20, 2006 @ 6:02 pm
I know, I know…
Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.
Mom said,
December 20, 2006 @ 7:03 pm
My mama said there would be days like this,
When everything I aim for I just miss,
Oh I think I’m gonna stay right here in bed,
That’s exactly what my sweet mama said.
(verse from song I learned from Hartford folksinger back in 1964)
Carolyn J. said,
December 20, 2006 @ 8:02 pm
It would’ve been much cheaper to just turn off your alarm & go back to sleep!
Filboid Studge said,
December 21, 2006 @ 3:48 am
Nuh-uh. Every time you hit the snooze alarm an angel gets its wings (c.f. Frank Napra’s It’s a Slumberful Life.)
Writer2 said,
December 21, 2006 @ 2:23 pm
Sounds like a crossed story from Benjamin Franklin & Augustin Burroughs