*Kids off to school -- on time, permission slips signed. Score!
*Good, albeit big, hair day--I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille!
*Stop for my bagel and coffee, and get a couple of treats for the ladies I work with and still am running on time--Nice!
I'm feeling very "you got it going on, Mama-san" while bobbing my head to the music I'm listening to...and look down to see peanut butter from my bagel has left a dribble on my jacket. I have napkins aplenty so I dab at it and manage to make it not too noticeable (another wardrobe crisis averted). I'm taking a sip of my coffee, and just as the light changes and I am putting my coffee back in the cupholder, the sleeve of the cup takes a weird turn and I dump coffee all over my lap.
On the bright side, I laugh, and think that maybe the caffeine will reduce the appearance of dimples in my thighs, without the expensive spa treatment.
I'm convinced I am the only adult in the world who should not leave the house unless she's wearing a bib.
In my case, given my graceful eating tendencies, it would have to be a bib....the size of Montana.