Turn your brain on.

That is what I heard, yep, those were his exact words--not exactly wise choice of words from a husband's mouth at 635am. Not to mention I was in my car wearing a t-shirt that resembled something Charlie Brown would wear, snow flake patterned flannel PJ bottoms, white socks and cheetah print over fluffed slippers while sporting bed head and bad breath.

Turn your brain on. Me turn my brain on, I'm not the one who left my flute in daddy's car, who took it to work with him, only realizing seconds before zero hour started. The fact I retrieved the flute should warrant some type of honor. So just because I didn't pull up to the squad car window the "proper-cop-way" I got a "turn your brain on".

H-E-L-L-O spouse, the brain only turns on at 635am enough to stop at red lights, go on green and drop kick a 16 year old musician at the band building door of the high school.

So by the time I pulled into the garage at 641am (making not one trip to the high school but two) I was wishing it was five o'clock because I could have used a glass a wine--instead I had a Diet Coke and two Chips Ahoy cookies.

So remember husbands of the world the phrase "turn your brain on" spoken at 635am--well them are fighting words!