Best morning EVER

This morning I awoke at 7:30 to the sound of our doorbell, a whole 15 minutes before my alarm goes off and half an hour before I actually get out of bed. Who could be at the door at such an early hour you ask? I was asking myself the same thing as I heard my Mom answer the door and start talking to the mystery man, in the awesomely loud way that she talks which is reserved pretty much for early Saturday mornings or around midnight when I'm about to fall asleep. I listen to the friendly chatter half asleep and realize that the man is now in the house and it sounds like the visit was actually expected. Chatting dies down and then it starts. Serious. SERIOUSLY!?! SERIOUSLY!?! Its the frikin' piano tuner man. The man starts pounding on the keys of the piano (which is located at the base of the stairs, pretty much the perfect location for sound traveling up to the second floor, aka where my cousin, Hannah, and I were sleeping peacefully five minutes earlier).

There are many things that made this completely ridiculous and maddening. 1) Who gets their piano tuned at 7:30 in the morning!?! Its just not necessary. Occasionally they're up, but my parents usually aren't even up by then. It's also not necessary beause 2) No one plays our piano!!!!! I seriously don't remember the last time it was played because our lack of prowess on the piano is one of the many ways (including none of us becoming doctors or going to Berkeley)that my siblings and I are failures of the model Asian child model. We all quit by high school! I quit in junior high! I can't even remember the notes anymore!!

So yeah, I suffered through twenty minutes of ping! ping! ping! poing! poing! pong! and finally got out of bed. When I saw my mom I called her a genius for her piano tuning timing and at least she had the decency to look a little sheepish.

At least it wasn't as bad as when any of her sisters come to visit. Whenever two or more of the six Kim sisters are together, its like our house explodes with sound, especially in the mornings. You'd never think that so much noise could come from such tiny little Korean ladies. Needless to say, when four of them were staying in our house for Phil's wedding this past summer, I never needed an alarm clock, and I woke up everyday with the urge to hurt someone.

I guess you could say I can get a little grumpy.