Tomorrow is the earliest skating lesson yet. Coach and I were fretting over dates via phone, and she said that "if he doesn't have a problem with it, we can do morning."
"He won't have a problem with it," I said drily.
So I came home. "Stitch, we have a problem. Coach is taking a mini-vacation this weekend, so the only time you can see her is in the morning. Early. In the morning."
He glares at me. "What."
"That's what it is, and if you want to hit that goal of perfect program, then you'll be there. Get me?"
"So I have to skate before school?"
"But I'll be late for school!"
"No, you'll be early for school."
"That's even worse!"
So, let's add this up. It will be:
Butt Crack of Dawn
Witch's Tit Cold