Really, I never cease to amaze myself with how I can manage to successfully allow hours of my life to disappear (aka: waste time). This talent is in fact, the reason why -no matter how hard I try- I always seem to be ten minutes late to everything. My thought process goes something like this:
"I should definitely allow myself a solid hour to prepare for [insert activity of the day here]. Because I would hate to keep [insert name of generally important person here] waiting...that'll give me enough time to shower and dry my hair, feed Schatzi and get dressed."
*35 minutes later...*
"Wow. Can't believe I got ready so fast! I might as well check the mail real quick and empty the dishwasher"
*20 minutes later...*
"Golly gee! I've still got a few minutes to spare! I could leave right now *or* I could go ahead and remove this chipping nail polish. And the toilet is looking kinda' funky, too...."
*30 minutes later...*
"Oh shit! I was supposed to be [insert moderately important place here] ten minutes ago! What the hell happened??!"
So yeah, my house is always spotless and my nail beds flawless but I myself always show up sweaty and disheveled from quite literally hauling ass across town. Every. Freakin'. Time.
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