*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.
5 comments:
That's why I always wear black.
I think the Recon team has extra coveralls.
Can I hide under the bib with you? I'm forever walking around with rice or macaroni stuck to the front of my shirt.
I've had the same thing happen to me! LOL
Have a good week.
se eu suber outros idiomas alem da minha, poderia entender melhor os blogs de outros pais!!!
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