I did not so much miss making my Tired Tuesday post as willfully decide not to make one. Wasn’t that terrible of me? I keep telling everybody what a stinker I am, but nobody believes me. Anyways, it is early Wednesday morning and I find myself unexpectedly with a little extra time. No doubt I have forgotten to do something important and will be running around, wailing about how stupid I am, trying and failing to get it done.
Me, trying to think of the important thing I forgot.
I am not really trying to think of what I forgot in that picture, but I thought an illustration would go well just then. I think I look contemplative, but I was probably only contemplating why I can’t take a selfie I like. That was my second or third try.
Right now I am waiting for a work friend to pick me up. I have no transportation at the moment but my own two feet, and I work ten miles away (according to one of my cars, when it used to be on the road) (long story, not very interesting). He goes in and leaves earlier than I usually do, but my supervisor said it was OK, much to my relief. I felt less relieved when I had to get up and hour earlier, but it seems that is working out.
Just listen to me babble on. I guess I could bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday, even though it is really a Late Tired Tuesday. Then again, the day is young, I could wuss out yet! In any case, enough of this nonsense. I must track down that mythical thing I left undone to have time to make this post. Let me just look for one more picture to close with.
This is not how I dress for work.
I feel you can’t go wrong with Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein. Gene Wilder and Peter Boyle. Comedy gold.
Mohawk Valley Girl 