Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A slice of my day

I woke up and it was gloomy.

My day started out slow and was not going to get any faster, sue me.

I had no clean clothes, laundry pile was looming over me.

Needing a stack of loonies as far as the eye can see.

I set out in the pouring rain, in jeans three sizes to big.

It made me smile because they were not too small, I was not wearing a
wig.

I got soaked on the way to the bank.

Eight loonies was my order, from the teller called Frank.

I got my loonies and continued to the store, my tummy needed some
stuffin'.

Trying to decide between a cheeseburger or some carrot muffins.

I opted for the Muffins because there was 6, however, I would have
preferred seven.

I went for a slurpee, oh thank heaven.

Got home and did some laundry, and then sat on a chair

2 hours later I go to the kitchen to realize I forgot my slurpee was
there.

It had melted Purple and Pepsi

A cry came over me.

A soup in a cup.

I poured it down the drain, bottoms up.

1 comment:

  1. I guess its more like a cup of my day, rather than a slice. Either way I would still consider the cup half full, slurpee or not.

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