Earth to Auntie K

So, at 12:24 pm today, I was ambling about the house, reading the paper, checking e-mail, not doing much other than thinking exciting things like:

*what I'm going to name the gerbils I plan to adopt someday

*how nice it is to have friends who reply point-by-point to your e-mails, even when your e-mails are early morning tirades better left un-sent

*whether I ought to break a recent streak and make my bed today

*do I have time to do a load of laundry before I have to leave for work?

*oh wait--I'm supposed to leave for work at 12:30. That’s in six minutes.

Now, I wasn't in a total panic, because when we were young, Brother #1 and I held showering time trials (probably during the commercial breaks of Dukes of Hazzard) to see who could take the fastest shower. I don't remember my record time, but I know it was pretty fast.

Unfortunately, my beauty regimen at age ten didn't include such things as a blow dryer, Skin Balancing Super Antioxidant Mattifying Concentrate, eyeliner, or Redken Rough Paste. So, it took me a little longer than 3 minutes to shower and get ready to leave for work (more like 30 instead of 3).

Thankfully, however, the traffic gods were with me, and I arrived at work 7 minutes early, unscathed, and unticketed.

Of course, if I had gotten up early and mowed the back yard this morning like I said I would, I wouldn’t have had this whole problem in the first place.