You ever wake up and just know that it’s going to be one of those days? It started out pretty simple–I was getting ready for work and my hair wasn’t doing what it was supposed to and my clothes just weren’t feeling right. I thought right there, Today is going to annoy me.
The train was crowded, as usual, but this time there was a guy right behind me who, I sincerely believe, was intentionally rubbing a certain part of his anatomy against me. I say it was intentional because it didn’t quite follow the natural swaying of the train, when accidental brushing is most likely to occur. So the next the time the train swayed I “accidentally” elbowed him in the stomach. I murmured a half-hearted apology and went back to my book. The rest of my train ride was brush-free.
And I just found out that Paul has an ear infection and isn’t sure he can make the soccer game tomorrow. He’s going to the doctor, but it will depend on how he’s feeling. Of course I was understanding, but honestly, I have to question the boy’s commitment. I mean, you won’t see me letting something like a little ear infection get in the way of seeing David Beckham. It’s just an ear–one of the smallest things on your body. And it’s not like you don’t have another one; a “spare”, if you will. Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Well, to be perfectly honest, you always have to break eggs to make an omelet. Otherwise, you’re just hard-boiling some eggs. And we want breakfast, damnit, not Easter.