My timing was also off for getting up and getting ready....which of course leads to dry shampoo, a sad looking pony and some pants that may be a little to snug. My pants being too snug have nothing to do with timing, well unless you have been counting the number of times I have been stuffing my face. Of course my teen acne has great timing too -I think my friends The Zits have a great time showing up for important weekends and they love having themselves front and center. Lucky me.
Timing also has a lot to do with the traffic I hit in the morning and the amount of times my road rage comes out - luckily it only came out in this way: "Let's go cougars, let's go!" I was following a SUV with a GO COUGARS license plate holder. I said it in my best cheerleader voice, and if I could have pom-poms in my hand I would have raised those up as well. But that's not safe while driving, nor do I own a pair of pom-poms.
So while I sat down at my desk this morning and realized that my timing has been really bad lately – I got on Facebook thinking surely no one would post news about a reality show winner since maybe not everyone has seen the results. Once again, my timing stinks.
You know who else who might have bad timing? Tony – or rather his sickness….right before we head to a wedding this weekend, that his is in and is wearing a bow tie. Don’t worry – I’ll work on my picture timing to grab a portrait of that bad boy.
While Tony and I might have poor timing, Tyson sure loves his time spent snuggled up next to me while I snoozed my alarm this morning. He may be the only on a regular schedule in our household.
For the rest of the afternoon I’m going to work on my timing – especially with work deadlines – and try and get out of this funk and be time for my brow wax, and make time for a cocktail this evening.