Thursday, May 3, 2012

If running late was an olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist.



My mom would be my trainer.


My children would be my proteges.


My shoe sponsor would be Zappos.com...mainly because figuring out which pair I should wear to today is a large part of my success in running late.


When I retired, I could go around the world doing speaking engagements. (Word of advice to the organizers. Give me a call time 15 minutes before my actual call time.)



There are negatives to being a champion though....


Happy Hour becomes Happy 45 Minutes


Leisurely drives become NASCAR events.



Welcoming smiles become annoyed glares.


But let's be serious....I get 15 more minutes of beauty rest everyday. Otherwise, I'd look like this by now...


Wouldn't you rather wait on me?



5 comments:

DysFUNctional Mom said...

When I actually show up to work on time, people look shocked and check their watches. Smart-asses!

BNM said...

lol i think that comes with motherhood

Nessa said...

So far, I've always been one to be on time. That being said, I haven't gone back to work yet since having my daughter. We'll see how it goes then.

mCat said...

LOL - I am unfortunately the one that drives my family insane by insisting that we are on time or early. I know, it's a sickness. At least you have a cute slogan: "Always late but worth the wait."

The Blue Zoo said...

I cant remember the last time I was on time for anything! lol