(Waiting in the car while the firemen climbed the rainy rooftop)
I
spilled coffee on my shirt yesterday morning. Walking down the hallway
on my way to the kitchen to warm up the coffee that always seems to
stay cold once it hits MY cup, I stumbled a little and spilled it.
Yes, I was in my pajamas and yes GiGi was actually trying to stick her
fingers in the cup. I stepped outside my usual o.c.d self and said f*ck it. I’m not taking a shower today, and the coffee stink will have to stay until tonight.
Friday night with a baby on my hands? What was I going to do other than eat popcorn and avoid the rain.
Fast
forward to two hours later and you would have found me cursing my
morning coffee and the fact that I didn’t have on clean underwear as I
stood outside in my pajamas staring at the flashing lights of three
fire trucks.
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