One of those days
At this late point in the day, should I even bother having lunch? I’ve had about six Midol, two Tylenol and a Benadryl. Oh, and two Reese’s cups — perhaps that shall tide me till o’late thirty when I get home. 
Oh, I did have two cups of coffee — my dumb ass left my travel mug o’java at home, though, before my long journey north today. Whereupon I was stuck between exits 7A and 8B for 25 minutes — freezing my ass off because I can’t turn on the heater in my little Sunfire without the windows steaming up. An auspicious start, to say the least.
Not to mention, I was sort of disoriented a few minutes ago — I absentmindedly took a pocketful of girly products into the restroom, and when I saw what I’d brought in with me, I was the asshole laughing to myself in the corner stall. Because instead of a feminine wipe (it’s important to keep onself tidy and fresh, particularly during times like these), I took in a Shout wipe — you know, the kind that treats stains on your CLOTHES.
At least I caught my mistake BEFORE it was too late.
*closing door and weeping softly*
October 25th, 2005 at
Damn now I have a tears for fears song running through my head…I survived my weekend barely it was that much fun. Make sure you can go to the next one!
October 25th, 2005 at
Okay, laughed so hard the dog thought I was crying and started barking.
No. You. Didn’t bring a Shout wipe. BWAAAHHAAAHAAAA!
I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing near you. Heh!
October 25th, 2005 at
I bet that Shout wipe stings a little. *clench*
I keep meaning to get those wipes (not the Shout ones, the other ones), but I forget. I really do like ‘em, fear of the cold wetness aside. Maybe I should just buy myself a thingie of diaper wipes.
October 25th, 2005 at
I’m with ya on the tidy and freshness front! And I’m glad you realized you had a Shout wipe before hand. Because that would have caused a major owie!
October 26th, 2005 at
Thank you for your sympathy. We won’t mention how my colleague came in to say goodbye at the end of the day and I promptly burst into tears. Then hysterical laughter took over. He backed away slowly.
Help! I need help, I say!
October 26th, 2005 at
Good lord, are we twins? Sounds like my week, minus the shout wipe. I walked out of the house without 3/4’s of my Brain- ie, left the badge, keys, and cell at home.