T to the GIF
So I work on the third floor. Sometimes I take the elevator, sometimes I take the stairs. This morning I took the stairs. As I clomp my way up the steps, I'm thinking a few things:
I want to go back to bed.
I freaking hate taking the stairs.
I need to check my hair.
I freaking HATE taking the stairs.
MY THIGHS ARE BURNING! I know I haven't worked out as much lately, but HOW OUT OF SHAPE AM I?!?
And then I look up, and see the reason for the burn in my thighs: I'm on the fifth floor. I completely bypassed my floor. Somehow, this is very much something I would do. I sigh, turn around and clomp back down the stairs.
After work, I go to pick up some dry cleaning. Here's the thing about the dry cleaning: I usually go to this place by my old apartment, where they know my name and call me sweetie and tell me to stay out of trouble. But I haven't been able to get over there before they close, and I HAD to get some stuff done, so I dropped it off at the dry cleaners across the street from where I live now. I was a little paranoid about it, but I was like, look, it's not like cheating on your hairdresser, it's JUST DRY CLEANING.
Just dry cleaning, my ass. Can I tell you how much they charged me? Can I? I'm going to. 45 BUCKS. 45 DOLLARS for something that would have cost me TWENTY at the other place. Thanks to me, the owner's daughter, grandaughter and great-niece are now going to college.
It was definitely not my finest day.
But! I am going on a big adventure this weekend, so all is happy in Swishyville! There will be music, there will be mayhem--maybe even a little, say, manic mayhem ...
Have a great weekend, everyone!