i fell aspeel aspleep asleep at the Mister's house last night (i'm still sleeepy). my body just shut down. immovable. talking about dreams i was having AS i spoke. needless to say, the sleepover was unplanned and i didn't have anything to wear to school today, which, will not fly since the kids notice everything.
we've all had those days, right? i remember one incident, years ago, when an unplanned spleepover forced me to borrow shoes that were 3 sizes too small just so that i could get to work on time and in the appropriate close-toed for my job at the youth museum!
"okay," i thought, "though i don't want to go there, the walmart on the way to school is open and surely i'll find a cheap something that will work." unfortunately, i realized too late that my wallet was missing. oh, crap. the change in my ashtray/change holder totalled about 5 bucks--absolutely do-able at walmart (i feel bad for promoting the place).
10 minutes later, i emerged from the sliding doors sporting a cute t-shirt, holding a kingsize bag of peanut m&ms, and sipping from my drink, with change in my pocket to boot!
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You fell aspeel and aspleep while typign tpying typing too ;) . . .
And I know what you mean about W**-M**t, even tho' I can't say I've ever been in exactly the same situation . . .
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