I have a bone to pick with my airlines. They have preponed my departure to 0730 hrs, so checkin at 0530 hrs, which in turn implies morning alarm at 0430 hrs.
Holidays are supposed to be about late night; not early mornings.
Hmm… Ms Lazybones will have to miss her beauty bath.
Can’t go late for checkin either cause to the latecomer go the bones. With my luck, I’ll probably get stuck with some brawling brat.
Gnaw the bone which is fallen to thy lot. Stop complaining, child, says my conscience. I had week relaxing with friends; and you cannot have a fish without bones.
In response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge word Bone