The Monday Ritual
Waiting for the taxi to the airport...my Monday ritual. The warm weather on Sunday and the freezing temps on Sunday night made roads a little icy. The taxi had to slide back down the slight hill in front of the house even though i constantly ask them to come from the west when i order the taxi. No one listens. When you look at the picture above, what color do the bricks on the house look? Stupid day at work, no surprises there. But had to leave "early" for a manager's dinner. Was nice to get to bitch about stuff with other managers. And free dinner. What does mint have to do with vanilla ice cream over fruit cobbler?
