6:15 – Out of bed
6:17 – Begin assembling Gorilla Bread for office breakfast
6:30 – Throw it in the oven, hop in shower
6:50 – Shake John out of bed, brush teeth, dress, get crap together
7:10 – Take it out of the over, throw it in cake carrier, off to work
7:25 – In and out of grocery store to pick up ice cream for office lunch thing and something for lunch
7:45 – Stuck in super crappy traffic, apply makeup
8:00 – Dear Starbucks, I want to make out with you. Love, Gin
8:10 – Make the trek through the endless, puddled parking lot hauling heavyass cake carrier, purse, coffee, umbrella, and a gallon of ice cream.
8:20 – Finally at my desk.
8:25 – Dear Gin, We want to make out with your Gorilla Bread. That is not a euphemism. Love, Your Coworkers
I am exhausted. Is it time to go home yet?
1 comment:
I wouldn't know whether or not the gorilla bread is makeoutable, because nobody made ME any. Although I did get Starbucks and a donut this morning. It was my treat to myself after being up all night with flu infested children.
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