It all started with Morgan breaking into our bedroom at around 5:00 AM. FIVE AM! When I finally rolled out of bed around 6:30AM, after pushing snooze three times, I knew I was doomed the second I stood up.
My head felt heavy, my nose stuffy and my throat sore. I figured it could only be one of two reasons, either it is a reaction from the major allergy attack from the previous night, or Morgan has graciously shared her cold with me. Either way, I feel like ass. And that I am not super happy about the way I feel.
Also, in my stuffy-headed attempt to grab everything as I’m running out the door to get to work, I forgot my Cherry Coke. If you know me, this is a tragedy; if you don’t know me, imagine a morning without your precious coffee. Cherry Coke is my morning coffee. To top it off, the vending machine, where I thought I could find my needed salvation, did not have Cherry Coke. I figured I could settle with plain Coca-Cola, but alas, the only bottle it had was stuck and I was forced to settle even further with a plain Pepsi. Don’t get me wrong, Pepsi is just fine and I was once committed to the sweet, syrupy beverage, but after a long and fruitful love affair with Cherry Coke, I cannot go back. I would have been happy with Cherry Pepsi, but again, none was available.
Because of all of the above events, I know this is going to be a bad day. And it’s only 8:45 AM.
Wish me luck.
