Got up way late because frankly, I just stared at the ceiling instead of getting up. It's 7 am, and I'm still not out of the house, even though I have a class at 8:20
I was further delayed because I knew I wouldn't have time to stop at my favorite QuikTrip for the best coffee ever. So I made my own latte, with whole milk (heresy! but it tastes so good) and now that I think of it, a cuter picture would have been my tiny espresso pot, but whatever, I was still a bit groggy at 7.
So I hit the road, it's still dark outside, and what do I encounter? A train. Of course. Because the people who run trains obviously feel that the best time to ride through a city moving slowly (may I quote Miranda Priestly--AT THE SPEED OF A GLACIER!) is during rush hour at like, 7:45 am.
After working diligently for many hours, and feeling that I had had about all I could take, I ran away for a bit and had a human lunch, instead of wolfing down some disgusting frozen salt mine (have you read the label on those things? 93% of your recommended daily intake of sodium). No wonder I have high blood pressure. I will refrain from putting down a time, as it could be incriminating.
Went to pick up the kids (plural), and only found one. She wasn't happy to see me. Actually, the face is a reaction to the roaring engine. Something is wrong with the car. It was lurching and revving, and generally not very safe sounding. Shortly after this picture was taken, I pulled into a spot to wait for the other one to get out of a meeting, and the car sounded like it was going to take off and lurched again.
I called the knight in shining armor to pick me up at the mechanic, who is just a little ways down the street.
So I took a nap and drooled...
While "The Good One" played with the camera and took pictures of weird visions in the sky. I would say it looks like the Anarchy symbol, but she got all excited about The Scarlet Letter, which she just read last semester, so in a moment of geeky joy, took the picture to her teacher, who immediately got all giddy and joyous about...some clouds.
Of course, we were stuck at the mechanic waiting for our ride. This would be Jonathan's typical face of aggravation because he was hungry, and our detour to the mechanic cut into his refrigerator-bonding time. It's not even 5 o'clock yet.
So my last three pictures from my day are as follow: a cute shot of the boy watching a movie with the dog, me scarfing down some oreos, and a picture of the movie I'm going to watch. The pictures are fabulous. Blogger is being a bitch, and I can't upload them. Went to flickr to post them from there. Nothing. Nada. Not to make excuses, but this is why there wasn't a 12 of 12 in December. So, use your imagination. Or don't. I don't care. I'm frustrated, and tired, and I'm going to bed--it's been a long day.