Good F'n Morning!
So The Master of the Universe asked me to be here at PC for his 5:30 a.m. class, and when he still hadn't arrived at 7:30 and wouldn't answer the phone, he finally called me to say he'd FORGOTTEN. I give the man a break. He's very busy; being MOTU is no easy task. Plus, he's been out of town, judging somethingorother, and he loses track of the days when he isn't here to be reminded (He's not a logistics person). Still, I had to get up before the asscrack of dawn, pack lunches and bookbags, iron my skirt, feed the dogs, etc. etc., drive to work in the dark, during sheeot radio time, before the "adult" hour, when they can talk about who's zooming who on Q100. Then I stood out in the parking lot, watching the students play very sorry frisbee for over an hour until MyMan Todd came to open the school. But the icing on the cake of this morning came when I decided to make coffee in my office, something I haven't done in quite a while, as you can see. So much for that.