Fun Story, guys.

Real fun, extra fun.

So this morning I wake up and I see my clock says 6:24. Did I push snooze? Crap, I am opening the store today! I need to be there in six minutes!


I flee the house. It is cold and dark outside, as usual. I climb into my car, don't buckle my seatbelt, and try not to think about the fact that my license is suspended (different fun story for a different fun time).

How irresponsible do I sound right now, by the way? Lock away your impressionable young men. Brooke Schroeder is in town and she is breaking all sorts of state laws.

On the way I get pulled over, and I realize that not putting on eyeliner or perfume (or a seatbelt) really killed my chances of my car NOT getting impounded right now.

Two cops pop out, and I haven't seen either of them before. They must be new, since I've been pulled over a grand total of 6 times while living in Lincoln, and since Jamba Juice is the new donut shop. Cops Galore.

Heres another fun realization: IT WAS TWO THIRTY IN THE MORNING, NOT SIX THIRTY.

I woke up FOUR HOURS EARLY FOR WORK.
The policemen believed me that I had no idea what time it was, and that I was a sweet little girl who just wanted to make smoothies and sunshine and rainbows and sing John Denver music. They didn't mention my lack of insurance or lack of a seatbelt, but they verbally abused me for the whole suspended license thing, which I totally deserved.

After returning to work at the correct time (driven by a friend,) I spent the day trying not to kill my boss. I can't really explain how much I dislike him, but I can say that he is one of those people who thinks its hilarious to put out their finger like they are going to poke you but they never actually touch you they just get really close. Yeah. That happened all day today.

I'm now sitting at home trying to get through to a DMV in San Diego, and planning my finances around several fix it tickets.

So that was my day. How about yours? Bad? Really? You sure? Didn't think so.