Today, I am quite chipper (pre-caffeine) owning to the fact that I got some GOOD sleep last night (aided by expired muscle relaxer pills) so the thought of the daunting commute to work had no effect on me today.
As I decide on the outfit to wear (today it is a tan simple button up dress with a red patent leather belt cause I LOVE an accessory) I think, “Hmm, kinda cute today,” and go about my business of trying to make it to work on time.
As I decide on the outfit to wear (today it is a tan simple button up dress with a red patent leather belt cause I LOVE an accessory) I think, “Hmm, kinda cute today,” and go about my business of trying to make it to work on time.
SOOO I start to carry myself kinda cutely.
My daily commute usually involves a 2-minute walk to the bus stop, bus to the train station, then 2 trains & a slight walk to my office. (Hello NYC commuters!) Since I don’t have a functional coffee maker at home, all this is done pre-caffeine- a highly risky task for all the people (including myself) who attempt to engage me this early in the morning. I make it to the bus stop, bus driver is like “hello pretty lady” I politely respond good morning sir (I am slightly British, so semi-proper) and he is like “ooh, and a sexy voice” considering when I get on the bus, he is about level with my “girls” (well, they are more like grown women’s since girls denote growth still & if these puppies are still growing, then I am in trouble, but I digress…)
I get to the train station and my train is there. This diva doesn’t run to the bus, nor run to the approaching train...I saunter. Yes, it is a learned skill- lessons start at $9.95; and sure enough, train conductor holds the train door open for me. Thanks! Usually, right in your face, slam! And the inevitable announcement “there is another train behind this one”
My daily commute usually involves a 2-minute walk to the bus stop, bus to the train station, then 2 trains & a slight walk to my office. (Hello NYC commuters!) Since I don’t have a functional coffee maker at home, all this is done pre-caffeine- a highly risky task for all the people (including myself) who attempt to engage me this early in the morning. I make it to the bus stop, bus driver is like “hello pretty lady” I politely respond good morning sir (I am slightly British, so semi-proper) and he is like “ooh, and a sexy voice” considering when I get on the bus, he is about level with my “girls” (well, they are more like grown women’s since girls denote growth still & if these puppies are still growing, then I am in trouble, but I digress…)
I get to the train station and my train is there. This diva doesn’t run to the bus, nor run to the approaching train...I saunter. Yes, it is a learned skill- lessons start at $9.95; and sure enough, train conductor holds the train door open for me. Thanks! Usually, right in your face, slam! And the inevitable announcement “there is another train behind this one”
I make it to work (still late, but I am sure once I get here, and they witness the cuteness I got going on all will be forgiven) and I wonder, what made this morning such a good morning pre-coffee? Coffee is what it normally takes to make me crack a smile in the am.
So I guess I ask & answer it must be the kinda cute in you today. Well, what does “kinda cute” look like? Since everything is ‘checking out’ today, I am kinda feeling myself and am damn proud of the 2 feet I have to walk on (*and wear cute shoes on), and the 2 arms I have (*to hold the ones I love close), and my head on my shoulders, et al( to think, feel breath & live).
Life is good…
On my way to get coffee to make it better…
So I guess I ask & answer it must be the kinda cute in you today. Well, what does “kinda cute” look like? Since everything is ‘checking out’ today, I am kinda feeling myself and am damn proud of the 2 feet I have to walk on (*and wear cute shoes on), and the 2 arms I have (*to hold the ones I love close), and my head on my shoulders, et al( to think, feel breath & live).
Life is good…
On my way to get coffee to make it better…
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