This story is so good it doesn't even need a picture.
The following is my Monday Morning Marvels- catchy isn't it? Well I hope you "marvel" at how cool I am after you read this lovely post of mine. It is great I promise.
(I will write it in chronological order just so you get a feel for my life on this most recent Monday morning)
5:52 a.m.
I finally got out of bed after snoozing my alarm once and taking what energy I had to get out of the warm covers that protect my body through the night.
6:03 a.m.
Exercise- it was an elliptical day.
7:07 a.m.
Return home. Shower- if I didn't shower now I was going to have to wait in line. Besides the earlier I shower the longer my hair gets to dry and the less time I have to spend blow drying it- BONUS.
7:34 a.m.
Homework.
9:00 a.m.
The process of getting cute began. My hair was curled, make-up done, and my outfit was complete with a scarf, skinny jeans and I wore my sexy-boots (mind you they don't have the best traction).
10:14 a.m.
I left my house.
An amazing morning, wouldn't you agree? well now my story begins:
As I walked down the stairs of my apartment I could hear the Aggie Shuttle Bus pull up to the bus stop. The air was brisk and the snow that was fluffy and fresh last night has turned slushy. Logan is cold in November. . .scratch that, Logan is cold all the time. And today was no exception.
The line at the bus stop was long like it is most Mondays at 10:15 a.m. When I saw this I slowed my pace down some. The road that the bus stop is on is up a small but steep hill from my apartment complex. It is one of those "landscape" hills that are put in for merely design purposes. I walk up this hill every morning when I catch the bus so I started my trek up the slope.
My first step was slippery, but I gracefully regained my balance.
I continued on. . .
Second step wasn't so smooth- The line feeding into the bus had about five people left. Slight panic set in.
Third step in my slick, sexy boots was fatal. (I maybe exaggerating with my word choice here because I didn't die, in fact I am still very much alive.) I went down on all fours, and I wasn't even half way up the hill yet.
Gaining traction I stood up but I didn't dare move fearful of returning to all fours. I scanned my surroundings. The line was now entirely on the bus, but not everyone was seated yet. I still had time.
I stepped to my side. Back to all fours- at that moment I became the master at the
downward facing dog.
I couldn't stand up and progress up the hill. No matter what I did or how hard I tried I couldn't do it.
The bus driver was looking at me, and I could see a few passengers press their faces against the glass to see what the hold up was.
By this point all panic was gone and the only thing I cared about was dominating this hill. . . but yet I still hadn't made it half way.
I began "stink-buggin'" it. . . Yes, I stooped that low. I dug my fingers into the muddy ground that was beneath the slushy sheet of snow and did my best to shove the toe of my boots into the ground as well to keep me from sliding.
Almost to the top.
The ground was frozen here.
I started to slide.
The bus driver smiled, I couldn't help but laugh at my situation.
I slide farther backwards.
Determination masked by desperation took over. I stretched out for the bus stop sign in a last attempt to save myself. I knew that if I couldn't reach it I would slide back down the hill and I would be defeated. But it was my only hope.
I dove low for the sign's pole. My fingers slid against it's metal surface, but I latched on. By this point I laid flat on the ground. I could feel the slushy snow seeping through my clothing.
I stood.
"Glad you could make it," the bus driver said. He smiled.
I laughed and thanked him as I entered the doors of the bus.
Then there was an applause.
The passengers who had witnessed the show outside the bus windows were also praising me.
So, I bowed.
Marvelous morning, wouldn't you say?
