Last night I got lost driving from Farmington to Riverdale. (There's lost and then there is Traci-Lost. This was a bad case of Traci-Lost.) I make that trip every couple of weeks... so it makes sense that I would get a little turned around. Or a lot turned around. I finally had to pull into a parking lot, call my Dad, tell him the cross streets I could see and have him get me back to familiar territory. At one point, his directions were, "If you hit Wyoming, you're going the wrong way." And that was helpful information at that point in time. Today is not going much better. The cashier at Starbucks (it was a "caramel apple cider" morning for sure) told me my dress would be really cute and stylish... if it were longer. Yeah whatever. I'm probably lucky I made it from my office to Starbucks and back. Who cares what I'm wearing?
Please DON'T tell me to find joy in the journey. I'm not buying it today!
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