Let’s be civil about this. And Let’s be honest.
I missed Day Two. *gasp*
I’m a very bad person, I know. 🙂
I was going to try and write a quick, crappy post for Day Two and post it today, but I knew I’d never forgive myself, and it just wouldn’t seem right or fair. SO, I’ve kinda failed at the challenge….but only one day. Do I still get a B+ instead of an A?
Anyway, today I figured I’d share with you a little bit about my Real Life….which happens to be about Monday and Tuesday morning….and possibly why I’m getting signs that I should eat breakfast at home. I normally don’t even eat breakfast, unless it’s like a banana or some toast or something, but for some reason, these past two mornings I really wanted something hot & delicious (get your mind out of the gutter!) The stories are kind of uneventful, like nobody died in them or anything, but I’m going to bore you with them anyway.
Monday Morning: I woke up at like 6am with a failed attempt to go back to sleep, so I got out of bed at 7am and went to get my mom & myself breakfast. I’d get my dad breakfast, but he has to leave at like 7am, and he’s on a diet anyway. 😛 Some mornings I like to treat my mom, because I know she really doesn’t have time to go get her own breakfast in the mornings, so I do her a favor, blahblah. Anyway, I hadn’t driven at least 1/8 of a mile from my house before this dumb cat decides it wants to give me my morning heart attack. Yes, I saw it, and it saw me, but why it decided to run out in front of my car probably baffles both of us. It was SITTING on the side of the road, clearly out of the path of my car. But, because this has happened before…..I slowed down in case this cat didn’t have any brains. (the last cat did not survive…..I literally screamed for 5 straight minutes after I hit it.) I looked at the cat, the cat looked at me, and it made a beeline for the other side of the road, right under my tires. So naturally, I literally SLAM on the brakes. Now, I don’t mean I slammed on them easily. I’m just going to say that cat must have angel kitties watching over it, because getting a Honda Civic to stop on a dime when going 40mph ain’t no easy job. I also have this weird reflex, that if I think I’m going to hit something, I grip the steering wheel really tight and close my eyes and kind of grit my teeth….I’m sure it’s a hilarious face…..maybe I’ll show you sometime. (fat chance) When I opened my eyes, I saw the cat with all its limbs (and even fur) intact, running away from the road. By this time, my heart was in my butt, so I wasn’t really in the mood for food, but I continued on anyway. Well, something must have gone awry with my car, because it started making this awful squealing noise….it usually only does it when it rains and I turn the wheel. You have to have heard this particular squeal from a car before…cuz I promise, you can’t just imagine it. It’s LOUD. And it got LOUDER. By the time I got to Hardee’s, it was SO loud that the people on the drive-up speaker couldn’t even hear my order. And after all that, the really gross guy that handed me my food HIT on me, squealy car and all. I was ready to call it a day, and it wasn’t even 8am yet.
Tuesday Morning (today): I was craving pancakes. Badly. And the only place around here that has those is McDonald’s. So I drove my happy butt to Mickey D’s, but by the time I got there, I didn’t want pancakes anymore (I’m indecisive, I know) I’d never had a McMuffin before, and I’ve heard they were super good. So, I ordered a sausage & egg McMuffin and a Mocha Frappe. I opened up the muffin package, took a bite, and was instantly disgusted. There was grease literally dripping off the package onto my shirt. And I significantly remember telling them I wanted sausage & EGG, but the EGG seemed to have gotten up and walked off the muffin before it got to me. At least the frappe was super good…..but that’s the first and last time I order a McMuffin of ANY kind, egg or not.
I hate kinda being a rebel and not writing about the day’s topic…..but then again, it’s kind of who I am. I’ve always been a person to go against the grain….a rebel without a cause, if you will. All through high school (and college now, too), I have always HATED getting writing assignments and being forced to write about them. Maybe one day this week I’ll actually write about the topic. Or all of them at once…who knows with me. 🙂