Okay, so this has been the morning from h-e-double-hockey stick.

First, I am trying to print a copy of one of Kristina’s shower invites to send to her future mother-in-law and I realize I bought the wrong size cards for the envelopes. They’re a little small. Oh well. And then I waste some of them trying to make it print right. And then I get one looking good and the freaking ink smears. And so on and so forth. I hope she’s not too picky, Kristina’s future mother-in-law. But I know she’s very nice, so I don’t think she’ll mind a little smear on the envelope liner.

Then I go outside to go to work. Half-flat tire. George is already gone (with his magic tire-air-filler.) I get in touch with George and he reminds me of the fix-a-flat. Whew! So I fix-the-flat. Except I can’t really get the can off the tire. So I have to leave the plastic bits hanging off.

Leave. The traffic is backed up far. Very far. The farthest I’ve seen it? (Since last Friday when it took me an hour and a half to get home, about seven miles away.) So I turn back towards home, deciding to catch the next ferry. It’s only a few minutes until the next one leaves, but I have plenty of time to make it.

Oh no, the next ferry doesn’t leave in 5 minutes, it leaves in 20 minutes. Duh. So I wait and wait and wait and get on the ferry and then get to work late. Blech.

Let’s hope the day gets better from here.

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    Mo

    Ahh fix-a-flat…reminds me of using it to fix the flat on Ren’s car when driving it back to the hotel after dinner at Nicky’s on prom night (where we couldn’t really order margaritas because Dr. Brown was there with his wife). Man, that was some sentence.So, you never answered my question. Who’s preggers?

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