Saturday, November 13, 2010

My train of thought while driving home with a screaming headache, an incorrect McDonald's order and five hours of sleep long, long ago

You don't want to know.

2 comments:

Jenni said...

I bet it's a profanity-laced tirade that would make Rhonda even blush. Hope your day gets better!

NOLA Progressive said...

There is little else that aggravates me as much as getting home to realize a fast food joint has gotten my order wrong. It's seems petty, but it's such a royal pain in the ass.