I woke up this morning as I often do, asleep on the couch. Although I don’t watch a lot of television, I do like movies from the library and last night, after decorating the tree while listening to Christmas albums by Roger Whittaker and The Carpenters, I decided to watch Freaky Friday, circa 1976. Nothing but current hits at my place.
Speaking of ‘hits,’ lately, Tree and I have had several discussions about dating and relationships. Each time, he has mentioned his passion for cuddling. “Sounds like a hot flash waiting to happen,” I told him. “I love cuddling. Is that too much to ask? That I just want to cuddle?” he asked. “It sounds like it is, but you’re asking the wrong person,” I replied and added, “When it comes to sex and relationships, I am much more like a boy than a girl.” “I’ve noticed. What is up with that? I’m like the girl and you’re like the boy,” he told me. “Genius! We should do a modern day remake slash twist of Freaky Friday, sans Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis. We can call it Tranny Tuesday! I’ll change into you and you can change into me. It will be awesome!” I excitedly advised. Not having seen the 1976 or 2003 films, Tree did not entirely understand the concept or share my excitement.
Wanting to ensure we transition correctly, I had to watch Freaky Friday. I turned it on at midnight and, approximately 95 minutes later, fell asleep wishing I could really trade places with someone who didn’t work. Being that I couldn’t, I started my Manic Monday the same way I start most of my days – going into work after 8, emphasis on ‘after.’