The thing about today is

Today I was driving around trying to find a box spring to buy at any of the thrift stores in town, and I got a phone call. It was Sarah. Asking if I was coming in to work. No, I thought I work tuesday. Nope. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago.

Crap.

So I rushed home, detoured around road construction, and threw on my clothes. I made it into work almost exactly two hours late.

And to top it off, my stockings are being held on by rubber bands.

They kept falling down at work.

I need to invest in another garter belt.