Perfect Day
June 26, 2007 · Print This Article
So, when your day starts with a wicked clumsy lady bursting through a doorway– all willy-nilly-like– and accidentally flinging a cup of frakking HOT but just less than scalding coffee all over you, your iPod, and your brand new, super cute gingham blouse and stylish business-casual dress shorts, and said coffee runs in rivulets down your arms and legs and drips into your computer bag, and you spend the next twenty minutes scrubbing coffee out of your bag and your clothing while stressing about the possible detrimental implications of coffee breaching the protective pink iSkin barrier of your iPod… well, you know it’s going to be a long, LONG day.
And when the preternaturally frigid air-conditioner kicks in, chilling your entire water-soaked left side to the core, well, that’s just the capper.
“The best part of waking up” my–! well, you know the rest.
Damn you, Folgers. Damn you to hell.
*sigh*
Blah! Are you sure this isn’t Monday? I hope that all of your electronica is in good working condition and that your BN,SCGB&SB-CDS are salvageable! Maybe it’s good luck… like when a bird poos on you. If I were you, I’d play the lottery today.
And now… a random Veronica Mars quote to make you smile: “Wouldn’t it be nice to have glasses in the kitchen that don’t have the Hamburgler on them? “
The lottery… right…
Seriously, Charlotte, I’m not liking those odds.
And here’s my fun VM quote for the day, a conversation between Logan and his English teacher:
Mr. Daniels: You know the glow of your father’s wealth and celebrity may be enough to sustain you through high school, Mr. Echolls. But do you know what it will get you in the real world?
Logan: [pleading to the heavens] Please say high school English teacher… please say high school English teacher…
Hmmm….picturing Cat wet and cold.
I won’t lie to you… it’s not pretty.
Poor little iPod!
Please tell me she offered to pay for the dry cleaning or at least help sop it all up? Unbelievable. So sorry.
Did it go down your bra? Because THEN the Folgers song would make sense… “The best part of waking up… is Folgers in your cup(s)”
Three comments on one post? Whaaaattt??? Anyway P to the S - I guess this means you need the iPhone. It’s a sign. You know…. when you win the lottery.
FOUR!!!!!
Mwah ha ha!
did she bring you a freakin’ pastry while she was at it? coffee on the shirt ain’t so bad if you’ve got eclair smeared on you, too.
mrtl - you’re gonna’ give poor William a heart attack. Picturing cat wet and cold with éclair smeared all over her.
And why are you cursing Folgers? They told her to keep it IN the cup!