Where is my brain these days? No really, that wasn't rhetorical.
Today, I heard the alarm go off and I dragged myself out of bed. I sat on the toilet and did the stare-y thing where I could be there for minutes or hours because I am just thinking about nothing looking at the radiator.Not going to the bathroom. Just sitting and staring. I forced myself to get up and into the shower. Turned the hot water on and hopped in. Burned myself cause I forgot to turn on the cold water too. Stood in the shower and did the stare-y thing. This time I was looking at the floor of the tub. Forced myself to wash and condition hair and suds all the proper places. Forced myself to dry off completely. Usually I prefer to air dry some. Made my breakfast. Ate the breakfast. Got the coffee. Got in the car. Got gas. Drove to 95. Waited in usually traffic jam. Sang to Mindy Smith Christmas album. Turned on the massaging seat cover Mike just bought me. Turned it off cause it was making me sound weird and after all you never know if there is someone hiding in your backseat that was going to kill you but then he hears your beautiful voice and realizes he cannot slay this voice of an angel(yes, I really was scared of that when I was younger). Drove my usual 50 minuted to Delaware. Got all my stuff out of the car and went to talk to my fellow teacher. "Heeeey, what's going on?"she asks. I say,"Oh just coming to teach my class". "Wait, your new class doesn't start tomorrow" she says with a look of confusion on her face. I start laughing. Of course my class doesn't start until tomorrow. New classes ALWAYS start on a Tuesday. I am officially retarded. Sorry, mentally challenged.
So, I figured I will do some tax free shopping and go to lunch and a movie with my Mom and Grandmother.
We saw 4 Christmases. It was funny in spots but semi painful to watch.
I am tired from my big day.
4 comments:
Merry, this is hilarious! And I saw 4 Christmases, too--I thought your assessment was spot on. I did laugh out loud, however, at Vince Vaughn's reference to the Shawshank Redemption.
That is awesome!
So frustrating! And it sounds like something I might do...ugh!
HA HA HA! The funniest part was the part about the killer not being able to kill you because of your beautiful voice. When I was an insomniac as a child, I used to sing Beatles songs all night because I figured that everyone liked the Beatles. I thought that a murderer would not have the heart to slay a fellow Beatles fan. ~Linds
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