Go figure

The ONE night I decide not to go out.

I stayed in, like I said I would.

I did 2 loads of laundry.

I went grocery shopping.

I cleaned (sort of).

I cried my eyes out as I caught up on Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice.

Chris came over to say hi.

Not a drop of alcohol was consumed.

...and yet I was STILL 2 1/2 hours late to work because my alarm didn't go off.

Roomie opened my door this morning and said, "Umm...shouldn't you be at work?"

I looked over at my clock and it said 9:10.

Holy crapballs!!

I jumped out of bed, threw some clothes on, brushed my teeth, and ran out the door!

Needless to say, I made it to work, with minimal "talking to" from higher-ups.

It's not like my job has pressing matters that require my attention promptly at 7:00am.

(Although, it would seem others disagree)

Whatevs...I'm here, sans Starbucks.

Drinking Crap-ola work coffee.

Looking like a bum off the streets.

Hope your Wednesday got off to a better start than mine!!

xoxo