It all started when Boo kept snoring instead of getting up to make me a cup of coffee before I left for work. Yes, I'm spoiled like that. It's been years of me doing for everyone else and not allowing others to do for me so I'm in training and I like it!
Anyway, I threw my lunch in my lunch box and scooted out the door. I waved at my overly smelly dog who kept me up all night, with serious flatulence issues...*Note to self, find Gasx for Dogs at the store".
I got out of the car and into work and as I looked behind me, there was a white trail following me. Somehow, I didn't put the lid on the milk container correctly and it was pouring out of my lunch box as I walked. I wiped it as much as I could and then used my foot to hide the white spots on the floor. (I had to, my boss was walking in the door.)
Breakfast time came and I was hungry, starving. I was desperately seeking milk but it's not milk...I call it milk. I drink mocha mix because of being lactose intolerant. There were three drops of MM left so I dripped them into my bowl and attempted to eat my granola. Granola sticks to your throat without lots of liquid to help swallow it...in case you didn't know. So, I'm hoping that I don't have to perform the heimlich on myself when I found three drops of water left in a water bottle. Gulp!
Next, I called Boo. "Booooooo!" I whined. "I've had a crummy day and I didn't get coffee this morning!" I waited for him to volunteer to bring me a cup (we live 5 minutes away.) My whining wasn't sympathy getting enough because his reply was, "I'm sorry Boo Boo (that's what he calls me) but I have to go to the bank. Hope your day gets better!"
I think on top of the growing balls lessons, I need lessons on how to whine properly. Any professional whiners willing???
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