Coffee Cup
Originally uploaded by hotdoctorwife.

This is the most important part of my morning. My coffee cup. I am listening now to the sweet sounds of my two-year-old son screaming and upset. I've been up since 5:15. Blogger wouldn't let me upload a photo. I hate my eye makeup remover. I'm annoyed with my neighborhood women. I'd be ready for the weekend if the weekend was different than any other day.

EDIT: I don't normally edit, but this is worth doing so. I was just carded for buying NYQUIL at Rite Aid. Now, I get that - I understand why. BUT ... when the-old-lady-with-the-blue-eye-shadow-who-takes-her-job-way too-seriously asked for my birthdate, I stumbled for a second. I wasn't prepared for this question. Before I could answer her, she said, "I NEED YOUR ID! ID! ID!!". Um, okay, you crazy woman. I'm trying. I have a 35 lb kid in one arm, and I'm trying to dig my ID out for you. I show it to her, and then she overcharges me by $20 because she's a freaking MORON. Oh, and I'd like to THANK HER for holding the receipt so I could sign it. You know, my hand's being full and all. SERIOUSLY. Holding the damn receipt helps mom's SO MUCH when their hands are full. I want Bailey's in my coffee now, thankyouveryeffinmuch ...