Yeah. Welcome to Friday. And this is supposed to be a GREAT day. I've got nowhere to be until 11 a.m. and all my plans for the day end at 5:00. I feel like a beneficiary of the bailout. And yet, this morning I wake to find no oatmeal in the house and I'm ready to turn my apartment into a crime scene.
I'm pretty sure this is the product of deeper, underlying issues including, but not limited to:
*A sluggish economy (my refusal to use the word "recession" is probably naive and/or a sign of denial)
*A broken toe
*A barely-there audition scene
*Another week of food service
*COLD WEATHER
I'm hoping a shave, shower, and a nice breakfast (WITHOUT outmeal) will put me in better spirits.
*limps over to refrigerator*
NO MILK! Son of a ...
Watch the headlines for a man clad only in Superman pajama pants and an orthopedic boot running through Queens, eyes rolling, tongue lolling, grocery money in hand. Supes got no pockets.
3 comments:
I am sooo picturing this. I think you need to include knocking down little old ladies and tipping over a hot dog vendor's cart as you wildly roam the streets in search of some Quaker oats.
Wilford Brimley feels your pain.
Broken toe????
I am so with you on this... I had already put the splenda in the coffee cup, poured the coffee and then realized I had NO MILK in the house this morning! So, I did the adult thing and just stood in the kitchen cursing like the sailor's daughter that I am...it didn't make milk magically appear, but I'm sure it helped in some way.
What did you do to your toe?!?!?!
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