I’m not entirely sure why, but for whatever reason, the Universe and I were not on good terms today. It was mostly little things like over snoozing my alarm (which Cooper must have done because I SWEAR it wasn’t me!). Then it was when I told the guy at Taco Cabana that I would like cream for my coffee and he said, “Surely you jest madam!” (he talked like that because it was very pre-dawn and I might still have actually been sleeping) “You can’t possibly want anything to cover up the swill taste of fast food coffee! I shall leave out creamer! Also the salsas for your breakfast tacos for good measure!”
Then there was the ulcer I got from driving my car with the “Check Engine” light on. In the rain. During rush hour. I’m not sure how you all react when your “Check Engine” light starts to beam, but I assume that means my car is about burst into flames. That’s what it means, no?
Except at the end of a day filled with traffic, missed exits, shady sub plans, rain and a sick boss, I curled up on the couch with Cooper, watched Doctor Who and thought, nice try Universe. My car is NOT in flames thankyouverymuch. It’s going to take a lot more to get me today!
That was a few hours ago. Now there is an apartment somewhere in my building with its windows open and a smoke detector that is low on batteries.
Well played, Universe. Well played.