Someone reminded me that I need to write for fun more, so here goes. I used to use my MySpace page as a sort of blog, so I'm going to start using the "Notes" feature on Facebook for the same thing.
So, today was one of those days. I woke up early and, therefore, tired. I had to be in Rochester by 8:30, and it's a 1.5 hour drive, plus the 10 minutes I always take to stop in Waseca at Kwik Trip to get the requisite fountain pop and junk breakfast. Aside from that, I was going to Assisi Heights instead of Mayo proper, and although I've been there for Catholic school field trips a time or two, I hadn't been there in a while and didn't really know where I was going.
I got ready while everyone else in the house was still sleeping, and put my clothes on under the cover of darkness. I was pretty happy, even though it was Monday and I had to get up early, because I was allowed to wear jeans and skip the hosiery since it was a 'brainstorming, sequestered at the nunery retreat.' I had to iron my shirt, but that's only because I'm weird about having ironed shirts.
I was pretty proud of how fast I got ready, and I coasted out of the driveway at about 6:52. This was still a little late, but the 8:30 start time was for breakfast and meet and greet, with the meat of the agenda starting at 9:00, so I had plenty of time. It was a sunny morning and I took full advantage of having that much time to myself without a screaming toddler in the backseat by cranking the music and having a gay old time.
My arrival time hovered somewhere around 8:37, and I didn't get lost on the way. I dropped off my stuff, found some coffee, and put it down at my place. I wasn't the last one there, so I went to hit the bathroom, only to find that my underwear was on inside out. What a quandry. It's not like I could take my pants off there in the stall with people next to me, plus I find it kind of silly to turn them inside out after wearing them like that for several hours. So here I sit, at 9:06, underwear still inside out. I'm glad tomorrow is my Friday.
I was pretty proud of how fast I got ready, and I coasted out of the driveway at about 6:52. This was still a little late, but the 8:30 start time was for breakfast and meet and greet, with the meat of the agenda starting at 9:00, so I had plenty of time. It was a sunny morning and I took full advantage of having that much time to myself without a screaming toddler in the backseat by cranking the music and having a gay old time.
My arrival time hovered somewhere around 8:37, and I didn't get lost on the way. I dropped off my stuff, found some coffee, and put it down at my place. I wasn't the last one there, so I went to hit the bathroom, only to find that my underwear was on inside out. What a quandry. It's not like I could take my pants off there in the stall with people next to me, plus I find it kind of silly to turn them inside out after wearing them like that for several hours. So here I sit, at 9:06, underwear still inside out. I'm glad tomorrow is my Friday.
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