I woke up,
got out of bed
dragged a comb across my head
went down stairs and drank a cup...
No, wait, that's a Beatles song.
True story though.
Most of you don't really know what it is that I do for a living.
You know that I left you
freezing in Minnesota
for the deathly heat of Tejas.
WHY? You ask.
I will tell you:
I left because I enjoy staring at the gauges on my instrument panel
and day out.
Because I don't need to see the front seat of my car:
Because I like coffee,
cell phone chargers,
and wallets strewn across my center console.
elbow splint holder.
Because I got sick of having to wear
worn in, formed-to-my-body jeans
and feet freeing flip flops
Because Panera Bread caters:
Because I randomly see a Lamborghini driving
through one of the seediest parts of town.
my girls pilfer my bag for snacks
to come home to this:
sweet lord in heaven