I wait, in bed, for the first sign of daylight.
Too bad it is after 6am.
Are you kidding?
I race around, feeding the cat who bites, making a cup of coffee, and jumping into the shower.
As soon as I jump in the car, the sun shines….. right in my face, for the 11 miles to Dunkin D’s.
Oh wait! It is pot luck day.
Since I have no pot, I am out of luck and stop for a Hello Kitty ice cream cake.
For the next 4 or 5 hours, time flies, as I try to gather my thoughts, with an infected cat bite and terrific pain in my back.
When it comes time for team building, I turn into a mummy.
Yes, a toilet paper mummy.
What a gorgeous mummy I was, hopping around the training room, infected and insane.
Sure had a good time.
Then…. back to the burner.
Or was it the back burner.
I got fried, toasted and burned, in my afternoon of brutality, all because I will agree to anything, taking the sword, as I age another 10 years.
Then, 5 oclock rolls around, and I say to myself: I see birds of blue, red roses too, but who cares? I need a double.
And 2 doubles later, I have once again acted like a ridiculous moron, and decided to get the hell home, before someone beat the #%#%@%@#% out of me, for teasing them about the Steelers.
What a lovely sight when I got home.
Puff Daddy met me at the door, hungry and ready to bite the living @!@$@#@$ out of me.
You know what?
Cats look so soft and cute, but……
And so it is, this 9th day of October, 2017.
I have made it through another Monday, and so have you, my friend, if you are reading this.
However… if you are reading this, you really need to get a life,’
There is nothing more ridiculous than this blog.
And that is what I love about it.