And I shaved my legs. For this.

So, if the title of this post tells you anything, let’s just say it’s only 7 a.m. and it’s been one of those days.

Let me start by saying that I once again, made a tactical error in my clothing choices. For some unknown reason, even though it was pouring rain and thundering and terribly awful outside, I decided today was the day to dress up for work. To wear the only skirt suit I own. And heels.

So I’m dressed in said outfit, trying to tame my hair, which is significantly more difficult since I got the urge to be my own barber. I digress, so I’m taming the mane and realize it’s like 6:15 a.m. I’m generally trying to get out the door at 6:20 a.m. I have to make my lunch and get my breakfast together and find something to give the dog because we’re out of her favorite treats and she’s angry at me about it.

About 6:25 a.m., I finally get most of this accomplished. (I say most because my hair is not tamed!). Anyway, I open the door to go to my car. . . and see that the hardest rain of the morning. . .yeah, it’s happening right now. And I’m carrying 5,000 pounds of crap to my car. I own two umbrellas. Guess where both of them are? That’s right. Say it with me. In the CAR!

So I sort of strong-arm all my stuff and start running out the door toward the car. I made sure the doors were unlocked before leaving the safety and dryness of the house. By the time I get to the car, the slingback part of my shoes has slipped off my heels, I dropped my book for the gym (Atonement) on the ground, and my big briefcase full of stuff I don’t really use but cart back and forth to work everyday is stuck between my body and the car, blocking my way in. It takes me two tries to get the briefcase out of the way and me into the car. I retrieve the wet paperback off the pavement and for the one millioneth time, wish for a garage.

I mistakenly thought things would be better once I got on the road. Um, no. There’s a lot of ponding, and the rain is really coming down now. So I’m driving up Harding Place with big streams of water spraying out from my tires. Then I get on I-65. Where it’s a free-for-all. And my car inexplicably starts fogging up. It looks like that car Jack and Rose um. . . you know what in. . .in the movie Titanic. Seriously, if I’d been parked somewhere with the car this foggy, police officers would have been tapping on the windows and shining big flashlights in.

I try various tactics to take the condensation down a few notches and keep driving. I nearly hydroplane at the Broadway exit because water has ponded between the interstate and the retaining wall. It’s great fun.

Finally, I get to work, park, as usual, on the roof. They’re playing “Roxanne” by the Police on the radio and I’m wailing along with sting about red lights (flashback to Rock Band). And this really nice guy who happened to be parking at just the same time I was came over to my car and offered to hold his umbrella over me while I got out so I wouldn’t get that wet.

I like him.

The bright spot is that this day can only get better. I hope!