Nothing like having a morning pity party of oversleeping which led to a wild rush, not able to get my ritual Starbucks on the way ( I can now see the store from the Crestwood window), out of numbing cream for my port, and on and on...until Im sitting across from a lady in the waiting room who can barely walk, wearing a wig from hair loss, can barely down the coffee her husband lovingly brought her from the lobby ( which had intesified my bitterness about not getting my Starbucks- Im such a coffee snob:), and the dire look of concern for her that I can see in his eyes. This is called Wendy getting an immediate, better, and appreciative attitude on this Monday morning.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 14:23:44 +0000
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