murphy wins

It is now 6:31am.


I was up at 5:38am


Why so early? 


You know when you're half asleep and you hear it start to rain and think     "Ahh... OH CRAP!! The windows are down in my car!!" and you shoot out of bed, trip, bang your bad knee (of course) stub your toe, and by that time the momentum of launching your carcass in one direction just does NOT want to stop?
Oh and don't forget to add bonking your head, slipping across wet grass in flip-flops, tripping over a hose out of said flip-flops into doggie poo. 
I do believe I need Bailey's in my cheap-ass coffee this morning. 


Please don't tell me I should go back to bed. I'm spun up like a pump-top whirlygig. I bet I knit on high speed with this kind of adrenaline rush. (I'd probably growl and snap at you too. let's not let this affect our relationship, shall we?)


It looks to me like a good day to watch the original Star Wars trilogy and eat junk food.


Have a peaceful Sunday.

Observation

It's been pretty hot around here, and it almost heated out my sense of humor for a day or two.

I was thinking about it on the way to work this morning, and realized my drive to work can be quite entertaining every couple of miles or so.

It take about 18 minutes to get to work these days. Not so before this school year. My daycare lady lived about 20 minutes off my driveline, so I always left home an hour before I had to clock in. ( this is one little shred of relief I get from my son being in kindergarten ;).

Over the last few years, I have seen lots of funny situations on my morning commute. Some of the most noteable:

"On the way to work this morning, I followed an Audi, Mercedes and a new Mustang. I felt pretty cool. On the way home though,  I followed "Rusty" , "Smokey", "Needs pushed off a cliff" and "Mater". I didn't feel quite the same."

"Dudes. On the way home down Main street in Springfield. I noticed a really pretty lady walking down the street. I could only see her backside. She sported new jeans, bleach-blonde hair, and those cool boots I'm jealous that my cankles won't let me wear. As we passed her- I about wrecked the car. Her teeth were gone, face shredded from picking at it, and horribly anorexic. I wanted to wash my eyes with bleach!" Nope, I'm not so jealous of the boots anymore either.."

"Folks, the Roadkill Grill is now open for business! This morning's special: Log truck-tenderized Venison, seasoned with fresh-laid asphalt. Hurry! This deal ends by noon. Then the buzzards get it! "

This morning as I passed through northeast Springfield, I observed that the 'walkers' were out early. (beating the looming heat wave of the afternoon, was my best guess). I always get a kick out of the latest "walker fashion".   Jim-Bob and Bobby-Jack were sporting their cargo shorts, white calf socks, new tennyrunners and matching camo hats and mustaches. "Flo", who I see almost every morning, has her hair, makeup and perfectly matched jeans and jacket when she's out strolling.

 The ones that make me smile are the obvious beginners. You've seen them. Little paunchy, mouth wide open, all 'serious' in the brow. I'm glad they are going for a more healthy lifestyle, but some of them should at least look in the mirror before they exit. Those tighty-whites would look better if they really were.. uh.. white? And yes, you can see their tighty-whites because..well I can't come up with an explanation for that. Maybe the missus 'misjudged' the size. Who knows?

What I like most about my drive is the first 10 miles are just country. I can listen to music, think about things, and mentally 'get ready' for my day. (Believe me, it's necessary in my line of work). Then it's mostly residential/school driving. I don't have much to complain about. But I always, always, always see something that makes me glad my life is what it is.

Have a good day at work, wherever you are. And don't forget to look around on the way home! Tell me all about it. I'd love to hear your stories!