So there I was, standing in front of Mr. Caffeine: cleaning, measuring, and filling the magical machine in the daily ritual of preparing my dose of liquid pick-me-up.
T says: Well, I've got my shoes on.
I reply with the obvious: Let me guess. You forgot to put pants on.
T: Yep.
And so begins another day.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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3 comments:
How could anyone not comment on this? I know I am late, but I must.
At least you both had that conversation before you both left for work (or breakfast in town). That sounds suspiciously like the nightmares that I have where I am going for a run in my spiffy new running shoes only to realize halfway through the run that my spiffy new running shorts are still in the dresser drawer.
I agree with breathing: I can't NOT comment!
I went to high school with a blonde who accidentally forgot to take her slippers off before she left the house. She was dressed, but forgot to change into shoes. This happened frequently. She was also our valedictorian.
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