Crabby v. Non-Crabby

I have never been a morning person. Well, mentally, that is. My body gets up and going ok, but my brain, just sits. No, more like spurts and sputters. No amount of caffeine (soda or coffee) helps. Only time cures my crabbiness.

Don't talk to me about anything more important than, well, nothing. I can't make decisions and you are likely to lose your head. I'll just bite it off and spit it back.

Thankfully, my loving husband and our critters know this about me. So do most of my friends. I am so bad, that when I go out of town on either business or pleasure with friends and will be sharing a room, my husband always warns my new roommate.

Having said all that, WHAT THE HELL happened this morning? I woke up around 7 (sleeping in) and am not crabby. In fact, I am quite giddy. I was singin' (poorly as is the norm) dancin' (even worse) and happily thinking about all the stuff I have to do to prepare for the Halloween Show (Still no costume ideas) and other projects around the house. I have done three loads of laundry, even folded and put them away.

Not even the puppies know what to do. They all went outside to assist in feeding the horses and assist in mole executions.

Hope the rest of the day continues this productive, but I just don't know what I am going to do if I am not crabby in the morning.......

Could it be those exercise endorphins finally kicking-in in the middle of Week Six? Could it be the win by the Cards? Could it be, well, anything?