Not Greeting the Day

I haven’t been sleeping particularly well this week and last night was no different.  When I woke up at around midnight and could not go back to sleep for a couple of hours I knew I would need to take serious action in the morning to get going.

At approximately 5:15 am, I put on my traveling outfit and jumped in the car.  This image greeted me:

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Perfect.  Going to gas was not in my plan this morning and I hate deviating from a plan.  So what did I do?  Made a beeline for my destination, of course.

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I’m waaaay too busy to be bothered with little things like putting gas in my car.

I made it to one of my favorite Circle Ks.  Then I got this message:

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Really, seriously?

For those of you who are not familiar with my retirement plan:

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I’m talking about the lottery.  And apparently I’m not a millionaire after all.  D.O.W.N.E.R.

There was only one thing left to do.

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Purchase 44 oz. of pure bliss (diet dr. pepper).

Thankfully, I’m not quite as homicidal.  You’re welcome.

(And yes, my gas light is still on.)

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3 Responses to Not Greeting the Day

  1. Hubbie says:

    What!!! You didn’t get me a soda too???

  2. MBW says:

    There is always hope! There was no winner last night! Hold on for Saturday!

  3. Gma Pat says:

    Clue…maybe you should stick the Lotto ticket to the fridge for, oh, I don’t know, 8 mos. to 11 mos. It worked for that guy that won and just collected last week, just before the time to collect expired! (If I thought that REALLY worked, my fridge would be covered with Lotto tickets instead of picts of family & friends.) 😀

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