You wouldn’t believe my morning.
We had a hearing at work at 9, which means we had to leave our office by 8:30 to make sure we had plenty of time to make it through security, which means I had to be to the office by 8:00, which means I had to leave my house no later than 7:00. And it means that I had to be dressed and groomed for a 9 a.m. court appearance instead of my normal Friday jeans-sweater-semi-decent-shoes ensemble.
So I got up at 6, showered, did my hair (which was significantly more challenging than normal because I just got it cut and it has ATTITUDE issues), yanked on a pantsuit, slapped on some make-up and went to put on my shoes.
And I slipped in a puddle of dog pee and fell down.
Into the puddle.
I turned my ankle, skinned a knuckle, and whacked my head on the floor.
And landed in a puddle of dog pee.
First time in a long time (well over a year) that the dog has peed on our floor and I fell in it wearing a freshly dry-cleaned suit on a morning when I couldn’t afford to be late.
Fucking Murphy’s law.
So I bellowed at the mister, who was, of course, still soundly asleep, to deal with the pee while I stripped and got back intothe shower. I didn’t have time to do my hair again, so I just ran a comb through it and hoped it would air dry by the time of my court appearance.
Since my only clean suit had just gotten a dunking, I was stuck tossing on a skirt and sweater set and hoping I could get away with it. I struggled into a pair of pantyhose, tossed my mascara into my bag for application on the train, and ran like hell for the door.
The good news is that after falling into a puddle of urine, your day can only improve.