...where you wake up half an hour late for work, rush through your shower just to step smack dab in the middle of the most enormous pile of cat vomit you've ever seen, then spend the next 15 minutes searching in vain for the carpet cleaner that you had in your hand the night before and now has mysteriously disappeared off the face of the earth making you just that much later for work? And people wonder why I hate mornings.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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