Confession #2

Traffic is ridiculous in the town where I live. Thanks to the morning commuters headed to glorious walmart the 10 miles it takes to get to the interstate takes about 45 minutes. This morning I left early, apparently too early, the Walmarters must not have to be there until later because I got to the subdivision like 30 minutes early.
I parked to read. I settled into my seat and then my stomache growled. I don't usually eat breakfast..but I'm not usually up that early either. Across the street is the golden arches staring me right in the face. I'm reluctant, but I give in and drive over and munch on a buttery delicious bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. It's so good I wonder why I dont do this every morning. I could become one of those people that gets up early every morning, goes and gets a biscuit, watches the news oh or reads the newspaper that would be fun! But then I realize that I hate getting up early, nothing but old ppl are in Mcdonalds that early, and the news is depressing.
So I get the crumbs off my shirt and drive to the house to keep the year and a half old black baby that grabs my boobs every week. I love my job.