Is nothing sacred?

When I was a "child" (age 2-17) Sunday was a glorious day, that everyone in the house slept in. When Matt was a "child" (age 2-present) Sunday was obviously a glorious day to wake up early , go to church, or terrorize other people that are trying to sleep. We moved in together when Matt was about 20, Is that right? I dont keep track of dates and such. Anyway, I swear since we have lived together I havent slept in past 9 am on a Sunday. I've explained to him again and again how if he continues this behavior, he will in fact, wake up to a bloody spot where his balls used to be. He always laughs , and he thinks I'm joking but I'm not. I've about had all of this waking me up shit I can take , and I can guarantee that in the end , he will be in pain...

So my wake up call for this morning started with the usual banging around, turning the light on and asking me stupid questions, But then it elevated into something more ... Matt decided that he would wake Slug up and see if he wanted to play fetch. Of course Slug is always up for a game of fetch, so where does Matt throw the toy? Yes, directly at my head.

If anyone besides Sarah is reading this , you might not know Slug, he's my bulldog, that thinks he's a lapdog, but in reality, he weighs in at about 65 lbs. So Slug comes flying through the air and lands on my head to retreive his toy, stepping on my face and scrambling around to hurry and bring the toy back to daddy! What fun. And if you cant tell, that ruined my day. I hate waking up. If I have to go to work , or have an appointment, I wake myself up, I dont use an alarm. I sure as hell dont need a bulldog pouncing on my head to do the job. Of course to Matt , this was the funniest thing he's seen today, so I'm already plotting revenge...