I'm late

I ran late again this morning, mostly because of the water temperature issue. It didn't speed things up that I let the water run out of the faucet to get a little in the tub so I could soak my dainty rear. I just sat in it while I shaved and it is much less dangerous than certain family members are thinking.

It about kills me that I can't hurry up when I am running late. I can't say: Oh, I took longer in the shower, but I can shave precious seconds off my getting-ready time by running.

Of course, I could always do what the dumb fellow passenger does (10 minutes we waited for her today!): Just come out when I ready and screw the schedule.