This morning has not gone so well so far.
My day started out great all because of a new, fabulous hair product I just got (Moroccan Oil) over the weekend. Seriously, I know need nothing else in my life to calm my crazy hair down. It's perfect. It may have been a tad bit on the pricey side, but for how much you use (barely anything) and combined with the fact that I now need to use NOTHING else, it's so so so worth it.
ANYWAY, after my fabulous experience with my new hair product, I started feeling less than fabulous. I got pretty shaky, sweaty and out of breath. I had to lay back down and drink some juice. About an hour later, I felt a little better, got back up and finished getting ready.
I got my stuff together, kissed my honey goodbye, and backed down the driveway....
Straight into our recycling still sitting on the side of the road. I heard some glass break, swore, and pulled up a bit to straighten out.....and then started to back down again....hitting it even worse the second time.
Ben came out to survey the damage and went and grabbed a broom to help clean it up. He asked me to run inside and grab the duct tape to tape the box I destroyed with my car back up.
I ran up the driveway (more of a waddle/skip/fast walk than a run) and proceeded to somehow come completely out of my shoes and trip up the ONE stair in front of the back door. Luckily, I broke the fall with my knees so I didn't fall on my belly...but the downside is I BROKE THE FALL WITH MY KNEES.
So there I am, at 830 in the morning, laying in front of my back door on my side, balling my head off hysterically while Ben is at the end of the driveway, sweeping up broken glass bottles out from under my car which is still running and half in the driveway, half in the middle of the road.
I'm sure my neighbors enjoyed the show this morning.
Knowing me, there will only be more to come. Yay.
I did make it to work in one piece. However, I spilled my chai tea all over my belly once I was safely in the confines of my office. I heart Mondays!
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