Wednesday, February 12, 2014

I Can't Drive, But They Let Me On TV Anyway

Afternoon Readers,

Me and my stale donut here to tell you about this morning's events. If I was an organized person, he would've been the fresh pastry I took along with me to the TV station this morning, but I'm not organized, so here we are.

Once again, the local morning show here in KC let me come and visit, but I made sure to run around like a chicken with its head cut off, barking orders at people, and trying not to singe my eyebrows off with the curling iron.

Makeup not done? Check.
Pull over and apply makeup in an Ihop parking lot instead? Re-check.
Not dressed in designated outfit? Check.
Get dressed in bathroom at TV station, thereby exuding professionalism? Re-check.
Park van in spot that can be easily exited?

Nope. Not even close.

(In a few carefully chosen words, I'm just going to simplify what happened. -Don't pull into a snow drift.)

Despite the rough start, I made it to my destination on time, and the show, as they say, went on. So, if you'd like to check out me, some pajamas, and the eyebrows I didn't singe off, you can check out that ridiculousness here. 

And if you're wondering how a mother with absolutely no upper body strength gets her car out of a snow drift so she can drive home in her pajamas, the answer is she recruits her blogging friends to push the old Honda out, while she looks confused and incapable. A big thank you to Stacey and Sherry for friendship and the rental of their upper body strength.

And now, I'm off to finish this donut before it starts tasting like paper.

Until Next Time, Readers!