Don't Mistake This for Complaining

I was going to complain about leaving my house earlier this morning than the time that my alarm typically goes off. Argh. Crazy early phone call scheduled from 7-9. Then a meeting at 9 for which I needed to be in the office. Could have taken the call at home, but until I get that helicopter (that's what I should ask for for my birthday!), there's no way I'm gonna make it downtown quickly during morning rush hour. The car clock said it was 6:27 as I closed the garage door and pulled out of the driveway. The next thing I knew, it was 6:50 and I was putting 60 cents in the machine to get my morning cold caffeine fix in the office and headed to a "hotel cube."


I was going to complain about all that.


Then I remembered the email that I got from Cimbriel with a funny story about her airport adventure this morning. She was in the security line at 6:15 -- while I was still drying my hair -- and the guy in front of her had his shirt on inside out. Dayumn. Now, that's early!


Tomorrow's 7:30 phone call will be taken from home.
Wardrobe: Yoga Pants.
Morning Cold Caffeine: free from the fridge.