This crazy thing happened this morning. I got up at 6am *gasp, say it isn’t so* I had to take the van in for an oil change and wanted to be the first in line. Well, I was. Score.

As I was driving home, I was watching people make their morning commute. Yes, I am that annoying person who likes to watch people in their cars. I can’t tell you how many times I have been humored by the non-nonchalant nose pickers, bra adjusters, butt itchers and some lady trying to finish the last few pages of a novel, while applying mascara in that weird face contorted gaped mouth look (Why do women think that opening their mouth in a silent scream is going to help position the wand at their eyelashes?)

The one common bond all these people had was a steaming cup of coffee in their hands. Do you know why they all had this? Because it is not normal to be up this time of day. Our bodies know it, it tries to rebuke it…yet, some moron thought that 8am was the perfect time to start a work day. So we drown ourselves in cups of coffee. Some of us perhaps need an IV drip of caffeine goodness before we fire up the PC (or Mac) and see the 460 emails that need to be responded to before 9am. OK, so I exaggerated that number a little; we don’t need to respond to the vacation offer, the new laptop we just won or this crazy berry diet that will solve all of our problems of midriff muffin tops. So make that 5 emails to respond to before 9am if you can get around to it after checking Facebook and accepting some new friends that you kind of remember from high school, receiving some plant to help the earth, sitting with a blank look on your face for 15 minutes trying to come up with a catchy status message, giving up and finally typing “…is at work”  and joining your favorite tv show’s application.

So now that I am at home, doing the housewife thing (sitting at the computer, listening to Sesame Street as breakfast is served and trying to decide if today is a coloring book or play dough kind of day) I sincerely wish all of you sitting in a windowless cubicle, staring at your flashing voice mail light, peeking around the corner to see who is noticing you playing a game on Facebook, and your stack of files with the little red “sign here” flags a wonderful day.

I am going to go put on my makeup and try to do one eye with my mouth closed and one eye with my mouth open and see if it really makes a difference in application and final product.

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