Nowhere to Park

Sometimes life doesn't always go your way. Let's face it. It starts off as a semi-decent day. You wake up, throw on some work clothes, get a nice cup of coffee, fix your face, make your hair look like you showered that morning (I recommend dry shampoo for brunnettes and baby powder for blondes), & then you open the front door to be greeted by the one thing you hate most. You discover the beautiful sunny and 75 degree Texas weather was brutally murdered by it's hideous relative you refuse to acknowledge exists.
The. Freakin. Cold. 

You think to yourself, welp... Atleast I didn't park too far away and I've got a heater in my office as you attempt to remain positive because it is only 7 am and you've got a long time to go. You make it to work on time and begin your regular routine. You think you've done everything you possibly can and it can only be like t-minus 2 hours until you get to go home, right? No. Wrong. It's 9 am and everything you've been working on for the past month is wrong and it's kind of your fault because you added in the information in the first place but in your defense you were only doing exactly what you were told. So you shake it off like Taylor Swift told you to. Then BAM. Something else you do on the daily is wrong and then you realize that your coffee is cold so naturally the world is falling apart and you will never look like a Victoria's Secret model and you still don't have a puppy so you google pictures of puppies and tear up at the cuteness. Who does that? We all do. But you suck it up and do your work, praying it's right this time and you leave. Thank goodness the day is over! Now you're ready to see your boyfriend and then meet some girls at a Cajun restaurant to celebrate Fat Tuesday!!! Yeah. Wrong again. You decided to drive so you could leave early because you're responsible (kinda). Then guess what?! You can't even drink away your sorrows because there's nowhere to park. So how does the day end? You're sitting on your boyfriend's bed eating the king cake he got you for Valentine's Day and drinking a whiskey coke out of a red solo cup. On the plus side it's not just any red solo cup... it's those fancy ones for legit college drinkers that you can stick in the dishwasher and it doesn't crack at the top when you bite on it.

Ready for the good news? 
You are alive and can feel the cold air. You got into your CAR to drive to your JOB. You have people that CARE about you and listen to you whine (even if you force them to read this blog) and let you eat all the king cake without judging. Oh yeah... & you've got food to eat. Yes king cake is food. It's actually it's own food group & is recommended that you consume it once a day for all of Mardi Gra season. Laissez les Bon temps roulez! Your days will get better & eventually you'll get a puppy. 

 

Til next time y'all <3