My love called this morning for our daily drive-to-work chat, and I answered with pillow talk. “What, are you still in bed?” she exclaimed. “Uh, yes.” “You better get moving then!”
I had slept through my alarms, both of them. And I mean solidly slept through them, to the point where they had given up trying. Result: Younger daughter late for school, me an hour and a half late for work. The worst part is I didn’t get to have my proper morning chat with LadySavina.
On a totally unrelated note: I discovered something disturbing last night. I was going through and organizing my stuff, and I discovered receipts dating back 3-4 years … and most of them were blank.
BLANK. The ink had faded to nothing. You could see on restaurant tabs where I added the tip and signed it, but other than that, I was lucky to find the faintest ghost traces of any printing what-so-ever.
What is the point in saving all your receipts for seven years if they’re printed with disappearing ink?