A note from my Mom...

get up in lots of time to leave a few minutes early so I`m not a few minutes late.
doesn`t matter what time I leave it seems, traffic is such that I will ALWAYS be a few minutes late.
Oh well.
I`m riding along thinking my pantyhose seem to be sliding down my slippery underwear, I better fix before
I get out of the car.
I stop my car in the free parking lot. The reason its free is because its so far from downtown and its not paved .. my feet will be in 4 inches of muddy water, so I have to re-park my car.
Before I exit the car, I`m trying to hoist my pantyhose back up my rear end, and in doing so, I drop my keys down under my front passenger seat.
I exit the car, yanking again on the pantyhose, try to arrange a scarf over my head till I can open my umbrella, I zip up my leather coat and it splits from the bottom up.
By now, the pantyhose are slipping again. I retrieve my keys, open my umbrella, tug on the pantyhose, hoist my backpack onto my shoulder, and head out to the sidewalk, where I can feel the pantyhose slipping with each step.
I discreetly try to hold them up with my hand hidden in my coat pocket (as there is a ton of traffic) on the street.
This was a useless effort, down go the pantyhose, past the knees .. by the time they got to my calves, I was taking very long strides as this seemed to keep them from reaching the ankles.
When I reached the shelter of the little museum train station, I quickly checked for traffic, and when clear, I bent over and removed the pantyhose and stuffed them in my pocket.
At the moment, my white and hairy legs are bare.
Off to Shopper`s Drug Mart on my break.

How was your morning ?