yes I admit I eat my breakfast at the computer.
I’m not the only one who eats breakfast here
Usually all goes well.
but not this morning!
I feel like Alexander, in Judith Viorst’s poem “Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day”
I always manage to balance my egg on my toast while checking the morning’s correspondence.
I’d barely started today when some yolk slid onto the corner of the computer (just missing the keyboard!) I wiped it up, took another bite, and yolk spilled in the other direction onto my new jeans. While I pondered whether to go back and change, the rest of the egg slipped off the bread and landed on the floor.
at which point Mr F started laughing (hah! hah!)
when I didn’t join in the laughter (was the mess on the floor a *sign* to go back to bed? Call in sick?)
Mr F kindly offered to make me another egg.
and now I’m going to be late for work, and I havent changed my pants, and if you come to my cash register don’t say anything about the stain on my pants