My Morning

So you know you’re either

A. sleep deprived
B. way below your daily coffee quota
C. inhabiting the dimension of fictional characters and neglecting reality
or
D. all of the above

when this morning you

1. walk out your door,
2. get in your car and drive 20 km to your kids’ school,
3. walk down pretty much the entire length of the school’s tiled hallway to the breakfast club room where you volunteer

before you notice that you have a hunk of hockey tape stuck to your boot!!!!

Hunh, so that was the source of the odd ripping noise that accompanied my every step. Darn my son’s ever-growing hockey tape ball.

Sheesh!