You know those old cartoons where someone has to stay awake and they prop their eyelids open with toothpicks? That's me right now. (Well, not literally. I've always thought eyeballs and toothpicks should never be in close proximity.)
The time change caught up to me this morning. My alarm went off at its usual time, and as I always do I turned on my lamp and turned off the alarm. Then I thought, "I can lie here for a few minutes and still have plenty of time to get ready for work." FAMOUS LAST WORDS.
The next thing I knew, it was 7am. I usually leave for work at 7:10am. I rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on (and thank goodness I did laundry last night), buried my face in a bag of flour--er, put some powder on so I wouldn't scare small children, and ran out the door with a hairbrush in one hand and a cheese stick in the other.
I made it to work on time, too. But I can't say I paid all that much attention to what I was doing all day. And now, if I don't get to bed soon, I'll have to get out the toothpicks.
6 comments:
Hope you didn't pierce your eyeballs :D
No, but I didn't get enough sleep either. I'm going to be extra grouchy at work today. No one will notice.
There a story in there somewhere K.C... You scaring kid with a floury face running down the street with a brush in one hand and cheese stick in the other... It put a smile on my face.
Then my work here is done. :)
At least you remembered to wear clothes!
I chose them more or less at random, that's for sure.
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