My Hero...

Since I have yet to get my driver's license, I've been taking the bus to work. I'm out the door by 6:30 to catch the bus that'll get me to work on time. I was sitting at the bus stop today, reading because I hate having nothing to do and glanced at my watch. The bus was way overdue. It turns out the bus that I was supposed to catch broke down earlier in the route, so I ended up taking a later bus. This driver was late anyway and stopped to get food twice! And it was one of the smaller buses. Add to this the fact that he was picking up twice the usual number of people because he was picking up those of us who normally catch the earlier bus and the people who usually catch that bus and you have a very crowded bus. Every seat was filled and there were several people standing up. *sigh* I ended up being 45 minutes late to work, but it was okay because Robyn, who's been in England for the last two weeks, was back and already there. On top of all of that, I left my cell phone at home by accident because I plugged it in to charge yesterday when I got home from work and forgot to put it back in my purse this morning. I told filodea that she'd have to call my work, but I forgot to let pippinshire know. Ah, well, it all worked out in the end.

We had more than enough fun in the office. Robyn introduced us to Tim Tams, which are really good. She also showed us how to do a Tim Tam Slam (I couldn't do one because I don't drink tea). It was entertaining to watch my boss, the secretary, and one of the tutors try do it themselves. *grin* Despite the bus problem, I had a good day at work. Then I went out to lunch with filodea and my brother. I got home and called pippinshire and had a nice talk with her. So, yeah, I'd say the bus thing is the only problem with a good day.

The day before dollydani and my twin left for Canada, filodea commented that this week would be a quiet one because the other two argue with my brother more than I do. For the most part, the two of us just do our own things. I try not to argue with anyone, but there comes a time in the life of a woman (usually once a month or so) when her temper gets away from her and she snips and snaps for no apparent reason. Sometimes the temper is no worse than mild annoyance, other times, she feels ready to pick up an axe and go on a rampage. For the most part, though, she just wants the pain and mess to go away.

I have no idea where that came from. I'm going now.