Good Job, Nice Try

Small tear...no one was entered for the giftcard.  Guess I'll have to treat myself.  :(  Ok...time for the real post.

Sunday night Mike asked me to get him up when I was leaving for work the next day.  Initially I said no.  I leave really early in the morning, especially for a guy who could still sleep until noon.  I thought, this never works when he asks me to...I always end up getting yelled at...he always gets angry and says I'm not getting up...So initially I said no. 

I'm not sure what made me change my mind. 

Monday morning comes along and I'm finished getting ready our conversation at 5:25 in the morning goes as follows...
Abby:  Get up Mike.
Mike:  Not yet.
Abby:  Remember last night when you asked me to get you up when I was leaving?  I said to you you'll never get up.  You know how early it is.  Well I'm doing what you asked and I don't have time to sit here and make sure you get up. -- by the way...I do know that I'm basically having a conversation with myself at this point.
Mike:  Good Job.
Abby:  Good Job to what?
Mike:  Good Job, Nice Try
Abby:  What?
Mike:  Good job, Nice Try, I'm not getting up... and he rolls over.
Abby:  Goodbye.  

I left because I knew his alarm was set.