"Come On, You Have Four Minutes!"

This is what I looked like all day long
except not nearly as cute.

I am so glad that it's Saturday.   I've started to walk to work again, but lately I've felt a little under the weather.   Yesterday, I had intended to walk, and I woke up at 7:21 a.m.   It was still so dark.  It felt like midnight.   I still didn't feel well.  I didn't want to walk.  We only have one car, and my husband has to leave the house at 7:25 in order to get to work on time.   Okay, . . .it's 7:21 and I just crawled out of bed.  My husband has to leave in four minutes!  He said, "just throw on some clothes and I'll drop you off."   Normally, I would say, "Are you CRAZY??!!"   Instead, I said, "Ok."   I hurriedly put on my clothes, brushed my teeth, did the deodorant thing, and put a brush through my hair.   No make up.   No shower.   No curling iron.  I didn't even wash my face!   How gross is that?!    I didn't care.  Fortunately, I have an office in the basement of our building (most everybody else is upstairs) and if I don't drink too much water, I usually only have to go upstairs once or twice to use the bathroom.  

Using my ninja-like powers, I made it upstairs a few times, but I was always on the lookout for people, so I could ditch them before they had a chance to see me. 

Yes, I am really glad it's Saturday.   Think I'll go take a shower now.

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