Weekdays, he prefers to sleep in. I frequently leave for work with him lazing around like Jabba the Hut.
Weekends, he doesn't want to miss one second of me being home all day. He takes his position as President of the Ahole Wakeup Committee very seriously. He begins his whining wakeup ritual around 5:30 a.m. and endures a lot of shushing and yelling until he finally succeeds, anywhere between 6:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m.
He knows that he eats when I get home between 6 - 7 p.m. Monday through Friday. On Saturdays he prefers to eat at 5 p.m., and every week at 4 p.m. he starts his Let's Eat Dance.
Sundays he likes to dine quite early, so he begins jackassing around for food beginning at 2 p.m. and finally drives me to the brink of insanity between 3-4 p.m.
Geege and Mae know Gus is in charge of wake ups and dining. Geege is the reluctant Vice President of the Ahole Wakeup Committee. He needs to be roused to get up himself. Mae says F U to the Ahole Wakeup Committee and hates them for interfering with her diva sleep. She growls, but she acquiesces because she knows he's the king.
