I was in Colorado recently. I hiked 15% up Pikes Peak, near the end of the day – as many people were hiking down. I caught snippets of passing conversations. I will post them here for posterity.
“I think we should move the bachelorette party closer to the wedding day.”
“Boys, I finally finished folding that mountain of laundry.” I said, weakly. I’d been at it for days.
They applauded me, meagerly.
I don’t know where to go
And supplies are low
This morning started out really well. I was on top things. I got up early enough. I woke up the kids on time. Made them laugh and fed them. So far so good.
Then instantly we were running late. We only had 10 minutes to get to school. I don’t know what happened. Time is weird, you know?
Then Stress, my annoying neighbor, showed up at my door, knocking incessantly (as he does – he never rings the doorbell like a normal person).
I didn’t let him in – so he kept knocking. Argh!
We did, however, make it to school on time, somehow.
I may have run over Stress in my haste. Don’t worry though, he’s a tough son of bitch. He’ll be fine. He’ll be back. <sigh>