Top 5 Longest Days Ever

Today did not start off on a good foot.

It all began last night. I must have stayed up too late watching my current guilty pleasure:  "Say Yes to the Dress." In my taffeta and crenoline induced delirium, I accidentally set my alarm for the time I should be leaving instead of waking up. I bolted upright at 8:45 (5 mins before my alarm was scheduled to go off) and began tearing around my room like my pants were on fire. I didn't really wake up until 11, and that was only because my teacher brought chocolate chip cookies for snack (bless her soul).

I wanted to take a nap all day, but circumstances required me running some errands in the afternoon. So for the third time in three days, I put on my "walking around the frozen tundra of Boston" clothes which consist of two shirt layers, a sweatshirt, tights, jeans, two layers of socks, my blessed snow boots, my puffy coat, bulky scarf, mittens, and itchy hat. My arms stick out so much I block the sidewalk, and I waddle everywhere, but it seems to do the trick.

I am going to invent snow boots/rain galoshes that double as ice skates, and I will make millions because right now the sidewalks of Boston are solid sheets of ice which end in legitimate lakes at each intersection. I only got my socks wet twice. I don't blame my boots; they couldn't have foreseen conditions like these.

I wish I could tell you, dear friends, that this story ends with me sipping hot tea watching some mom and daughter duo from North Carolina hash it out over the sluttiness of a sweetheart neckline on Say Yes to the Dress. But it doesn't. It only ends with me and a mug of milk, crunching on stale pita chips, highlighting an article about outreach services. But really, it could be worse, it could. As much as I was grumbling to myself like a cranky old man today during all my endeavors, it wasn't such a bad day. I still love the city of Boston and any opportunity I am given to get to know it better is always a blessing.

Plus, crisp sheets and a cool pillow are that much sweeter at the end of a long, somewhat crummy day.