Warped Fireside Chats

Rolled out of bed this AM, feeling heavy from the night before.

Bones aching, joints cracking, eyes red to the core.

Dehydrated, stomach upset, vision hazy, mental state: Poor.

Stumbled down the hallway, stepped on a scorpion, and went to the floor.

Cursed the cat, grabbed the hammer, turned the scorpion to a shell and gore.

Starbucks? Yes Ma’am!

Made it to the kitchen, pressed the coffee button and one snap later, the power went out.

Really? You’re serious? What the H is that all about?

Strolled outside in my BVD’s: To the breaker box, I meandered in route.

The elderly female across the street leered uneasily, as she stared down at Mr. Larry who was up and stout.

Slightly embarrassed and somewhat proud, I quickly hit the breaker, restoring power throughout

Starbucks: My best friend!

Stubbed my toe on the door jam, grabbed a cactus to stop the fall with my hand.

Hit the floor hard anyway, no real good way to land.

Brutus the dog, happy, unwavering in loyalty, offered to assist: Help me up to a stand.

Tough, unreal, painful, all wrong: A more off-kilter day, not sure one could have planned.

Starbucks: Dude, where are you?

Cellie blows up on the counter: its work, turns out, I’m late!

Pulled my trousers up and buttoned the polo, while shoveling eggs off the plate.

Looked in the mirror and laughed at my hair’s state.

Hit the chopper, popped the clutch and blasted through the back alley gate.

Starbucks: Rock me!

Times short, already late, bodies in pain, what a sight I’m sure I am.

Pegging the throttle, 120 through the 45, time to jam!

Stopped by the light: Obese business man in caddy eating burrito with spam.

Goofy Dunkin Doughnuts lady out pimping their fake coffee on the street: “Lady, I don’t have time for a sham!”

Starbucks: The real deal!

There it is, late although I am, the day WILL NOT continue until I get a “tall.”

I pull up to the drive thru, “Black, no room,” I call.

Green, white and tight: the girl serving it up right nearly causes me to fall.

I grab up the necessary elixir, take a sip……..suddenly, the day is not bad, at all!

Starbucks: Gotta get me some more!

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