Um, Good Morning, America?
What a morning. I’m still shaking my head. No, my daughter didn’t wake up like Miley Cyrus, nude in satin sheets. But my day did get off to a strange start…
• My groin - I received email from a female reader of my blog, someone I’ve never met, asking: how is your groin? (I pulled it slightly while playing tag at my son’s weekend lacrosse game. I guess I should have worn Dockers.) At any rate, my groin is fine, unless of course there’s a cute massage therapist offering… oh, never mind.
• My cell phone – while eating oatmeal and reading the newspaper, I received a text message on my cell phone. (You never know who might text a single dad… ) Can u pull my bike out? It was from my daughter (!) who was in the bathroom(!!) in my house(!!!). Seems she was running late… (I pulled the bike out for my little princess)
• My coffee – my son forgot a textbook, so I hopped on my beach cruiser and took it to his elementary school. There were a ton of kids playing four-square, including a ten-year-old who was playing with one hand because in his other hand he was holding a Starbucks venti latte!
Which, of course, begs the question – where’s my morning coffee?
Good Morning, America. Hello, world.
Cappuccino photo, some rights reserved.
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