Further Proof I Am Not A Morning Person
I think I’m not getting enough sleep. Before arriving at my office at 8:00 a.m. various days this week, I:
- Woke up late. Twice.
- Struggled to put a band-aid on my back. (I had a mole removed last week and it won’t stop bleeding.) Do you know how hard it is to strategically place a damn band-aid on your own back?
- Left my note cards (for birthday thank-you notes) and stuff to mail on my kitchen table. Three times.
- Forgot to put earrings in. Twice.
- Forgot to put a necklace on.
- Grabbed the shoe with the not-broken heel to take to the shoe repair guy.
- Spilled Diet Coke all over the front of my beige pants in the car.
- In an attempt to blot the soda and save my beige pants from dark spots, spilled a bottle of water all over the seat and my leg.
- Tripped, over my own two feet, in front of a cute guy in the parking garage.
- Brought yogurt (but no spoon) and a salad (but no fork) to work. Twice.
- Left my card key in my car. Twice.
It’s almost the weekend. It’s almost the weekend. It’s almost the weekend.