My Middle Name

My mother always said that in our family, our middle names should be 'lateness'.

Now...I HATE being late as equally as I hate other people being late. I usually do my best to be as punctual as possible but today...it just didn't work out.

Got to the airport at 7:40am after a mad rush to get there. 10 minutes late *cringe*
So when I got to the restaurant to be greeted by crickets I was kicking myself quite hard.
So after running up and down the airport I managed to find my breakfast date and see her off to Paris. She was later than I was...
I couldn't even wrap her gift properly because at 7:15 I realize that we have no tape.
*sigh*

So...a pretty uneventful day. During my five loads of laundry I got a new photo idea. Might try it out tomorrow. Wish me luck.

So after one episode of lateness I managed to be 20 minutes late for work. AUGH!!!

You know those moment when your alarm goes off and you tell it 'Five more minutes mom...'
and you set it to go off in five more minutes (my cheap-o alarm has no snooze option)
and well...in five minutes you're as easy to wake as the dead.
I woke up 10 minutes past the time I was supposed to be at work and managed to reach there 10 minutes later.
I think my car can time travel...
Also helps that no one was on the road but...time travel is way more impressive to claim...

Late twice in one day! I hope I got that out of my system!

Lets hope tomorrow I have something more interesting to talk about than tardiness and laundry.