It’s gonna be one of Those days today, my friends. I’m currently 13 minutes into it, and I can tell.
I woke this morning on the wrong side of the bed, upside down. I was using a different pillow and blanket too. Thankfully, the clothes I had on seemed not to change much. I opened the refrigerator door and got dive bombed by the canola mayonnaise. Apparently, the Happy cat bottle of wine and one of my bottles of Kombucha conspired for the canola to commit a murder/suicide of my metatarsals. My foot (for once) wasn’t asleep on the job and dodged the descending jar of mayo; murder averted. However, upon impact, the lid experienced a loss of structural integrity, and my kitchen experienced what it would be like to be the studio of a bad performance artist as Mayonnaise splattered across the room.
It’s now 13 minutes later and noting more extravagant has happened. This pleases me as all I’ve done is sit at my computer, compose this blog and nibble a piece of toast. I’m going to take it as a sign to go into work early today. Who knows what shenanigans wait for me on the subway!
Waffles!
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