Uh Oh Oct 25, 2012
OMGOSH! Why is it that nor my brain or my body ever cooperates with my alarm! Iím running late AGAIN! Dressed, teeth skimmed over and hair tamed, ugh! Iíll have to do my make up at the red lights, of which now Iím sure, will be very single one. Thankfully the coffee maker is obedient to its timer. Pour some in my plastic travel mug, grab an apple, my purse and my briefcase in a mad dash for my car.
I set everything down on the trunk of my car ďWHERE ARE MY KEYS!Ē I search, but I find nothing, now a frantic dash back to the house. Oh thank goodness, I had just dropped them on the steps, phew! Back to the car, throw my purse and briefcase to the passenger seat and Iím all set. My car starts without hesitation, maybe this wonít be such a bad day after all. As I back out of my driveway I hear it but I donít have time to stop. As I drive away I look back to confirm that, in fact, I runneth over my cup.
By Rena Baker