The Fink hits the deck.
5:00 a.m. Alarm goes off.
6:05 a.m. I realize I shut off the alarm, but didn’t actually get up.
6:55 a.m. Fly out the door to start the car.
6:55:05 a.m. Icy stairs. B00M.
6:57 a.m. Back inside, change clothes, text principal.
7: 48 a.m. Arrive at work, 18 minutes late.
8:05, 9:40, and 12:15 – Bad news, bad news, and more bad news.
What say we just scratch yesterday from the record? That gets my vote, Jim.
(But today’s starting off pretty well, with a 2-hour fog delay)
Aaaah be careful ya dodo!!!!!
Sorry about alle bad news.
I know, right? And no worries — the bad news was replaced by…well, more bad news.