Twice. Two times. Different days. Consecutive. Rushed mornings. They are not my favorite. But I was pulling a Jenny Decker and eating yummy toast and strawberry jam for breakfast. I was a huge fan. That is, until I was eating it and trying to get in to my car. Honestly I didn't even notice anything. Nothing at all. Then I get to work and I see it. No. More like I feel it. haha That's right...strawberry jam...in the ends of my hair. Ew. Gross. Try as I might it didn't come out very well and it bothered me all day. Gross.
Day two. No toast. I couldn't risk it two days in a row. That would nearly drive me insane. So I make a tasty pb&j. I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I am again running late. Sandwich wrapped in a paper towel, I slide into my car and get to work. Outrageous. I just ate the sandwich. Ate it very carefully too. But still I got strawberry jam in my hair! Sick.
How does that happen?
3 comments:
you were saving it for later ;)
Michelle!! I followed your link from facebook and wow, what a fun blog! I loved reading your updates. So, you are in provo now? I'll have to come visit you girls in the Fall. Hope you're enjoying summer! - natalie nelson
haha, michelle, we are truly kindred spirits. i love this post, especially how you stated: "I was a huge fan. That is, until I was eating it and trying to get in to my car."
love love love you
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