I woke up, fed the horses, came in, did my make up... The usual. Then I couldn't find a bra - I swear they grow legs. So I was running around trying to find one - finally did, then realized "Crap! I have 10 minutes to turn the horses out!" So, I clip a lead on Cowboy and sprint out to the pasture, he's all "YAAAAAY!" And being a spazz. So I let him go, run to the other barn, and throw the two paint yearlings out... -sighs-
So by this time, I'm basically late for work. I didn't have time to throw the miniatures out, who have the pace of a SNAIL. So I threw them hay, thank GOD they had water. I run to my car... no keys. Run inside, get my keys, run back outside, realize that I'm really tired and out of breath from the 'here there everywhere'.
Start my jeep - and it promptly alerts me theres THREE GALLONS OF GAS! I get about 16mpg, so I drive slowly to 10&49, put $6 of gas in it because that's all I had on me... Call work, tell them I'm going to be late, eventually I get back on my way...
Then.. When nothing else can possibly go wrong - there's road construction and one lane. And on my way to work, I can't even remember if I latched the gate on the pasture! (I did, thank God!)
I get stuck behind some old guy doing 45mph the whole way till I get to work. Can you believe I was only 8 minutes late?
I hate being late... I have no idea what went wrong this morning >.< My routine is usually so smooth and easy... Stupid bras and boobs. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bra hunting adventure that I must get to. Be vewwy quiet.. I'm hunting bwaz.