Yesterday was a long day. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Multicultural Education, when I thought to myself "My lips are parched!" So I reach into my backpack and get out my Burt's. But my hand has a spasm of sorts and it slips from my fingers. This resulted in a semi-loud noise as it smacked the table/desk, and rolled to the floor. No problem right? Just pick it up and you are fine. Right? WRONG people! I can't find it anywhere as I twirl around in my chair searching the ground for the golden case. So I resolve to find it after class instead of crawling on the floor, under desks, scouring every inch of the classroom. But alas! I forget to pick it up at the end of class. It is a 2 hour long class on Monday evenings, I book it out of there like none other.
This morning as I sat at work, my lips were again in need of some chapstick. I reach into my backpack and remember that I have no chapstick! The saddest part of the story is, I was almost done with said, lost, chapstick. It only had about a centimeter left to go. I was soooo close! SO CLOSE! Anywho now I am in need of some lip balm.
1 comments:
Spasms are a sad, sad hereditary trait in our family. I always loose chapstick before they are used up too.
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