Yesterday, I had to drop Zoey off at my mom’s house for the day and get gas before heading up to Syracuse for work. I was pressed for time and I was super-worried that I’d be late, which means all kinds of bad things. Cindy running late on the way to work? Heh, that never happens! And by that I mean it ALWAYS happens.
To make a long story short, I got there with just seconds to spare. The following is Greg’s and my short text message conversation about it:
Me: 7:59. Here and clocked in. What now, biotches?
Me: Although, it’s a hallow victory because I can’t remember if I put deodorant on this morning.
Greg: Congrats, Stinky!
For some reason, I love when he sends me messages like this. Probably because they always make me laugh.
Fear not, readers, I had extra deodorant in my bag.