so today is a rainy day.
i didn’t have a great morning. here’s why:
i woke up to do yoga and the ball of my left foot was (and still is) killing me. i could barely put pressure on it. i did my yoga dvd and got really frustrated because i’m am not flexible at all…seriously. i can barely even sit with my legs extended, toes flexed up, with a straight back. but that’s why i’m going to start doing yoga. so anyway i made toast for breakfast and put it on a plate to transfer it to work. have you ever tried to walk in heels with a hurt foot in the rain with a big purse while holding a plate of toast and an umbrella? it’s harder than it sounds. so i’m walking across the parking lot and i step off the curb into a puddle of water that is seriously above my ankles. i completely submerged both feet/shoes in water. awesome. so then i get to the door and try to open it but i have toast in one hand and an umbrella in the other and a purse that wont stay put. i probably should have just put the umbrella down since i was under a covered area but i didn’t which actually was a good thing because as i was trying to open the door my purse swung around and knocked my arm and my toast went flying off my plate…into my umbrella. i still yelled something out loud because i was super annoyed. so i get my toast out of my umbrella and finally make it inside. OH! also before the flying toast…as i was walking to the door this guy was getting onto the elevator and we made eye contact through the glass door and i gave him this look like “please see that my hands are full and that i need help with the door or can you at least hold the elevator!?” so what did the guy do? nothing. so that was my morning.
lesson learned: next time it’s raining don’t make toast for breakfast. and in case you are wondering my shoes are almost dry thanks to my space heater.
p.s. i was talking to amy yesterday online and she said this:
amy: i am right now laughing to myself about you dancing in the dollar store to that michael jackson song. i like your moves.