This morning, as I was rushing around trying to get ready for work, Karma paid me a visit. She's such a b*tch.
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I was RIGHT in the middle of making my breakfast, packing my lunch, putting my sneakers on, throwing paperwork in my briefcase, and drying my hair----when I heard, "POW! POW! POW! BOOM! BOOM! POW!"
Immediately, I stopped in my tracks and thought, "Shit. That can't be good."
And I was right.
Because, this morning, in the midst of my running around like a friggin fool?
I decided to make myself an egg...in the microwave....LIKE I'VE DONE A MILLION TIMES BEFORE. Except, this time? I forgot to cover the damn thing up while it was cooking. Behold my brilliance:
Yep. In all of my rushitude this morning (I believe I just invented a new word. You're welcome, Oxford English Dictionary), my actions caused egg guts to rain in my microwave.
I'm wicked smaht. (Work that Boston accent, People!)