Murphy's Law

So, this morning was one of "those" days. I woke up late (who turned off the alarm clock), and then Riley was fussy, so I tried feeding him to see if he would go back to sleep (no luck) and so I have to do the getting ready for work dance while holding Riley. Not easy. Then I have no clean work pants (what was in those loads of laundry my husband did?), so whatever, I am wearing jeans to work, better than not going in at all right? So I'm running late and we get in the car, Riley decides he doesn't want to go and screams the entire way to grandma's house (luckily it's only 6 minutes A LONG 6 minutes but could be worse), then screams when I hand him off to his favorite Auntie, "whatever kid, bye" is my response (I know, I'm horrible). Hmmm... I have no gas, so I stop at the gas station, of course all the pumps on my side are taken, so I turn around to back up next to a pump and some idiot went in the out driveway to go to the same pump and instead of stopping at the back pump he pulls up to the one I was trying to back into (and there is no one behind him but I can't fit there), so I readjust and pull into another stall. Okay, I have a full tank. Now there are 4 stop lights between me and the freeway, and how many to I get stuck at? That's right all 4. So here I am, late to work, wearing jeans, drinking a cup of awful coffee, and wondering what's next, it's only 7:34 am???

A Lab, I'm okay with that...

You are a Labrador Retriever!

Your family is what makes you tick, and you never "flea" from an opportunity to hang out with the whole gang. A family picnic complete with hot dogs, deviled eggs and a refreshing swim in the lake is hard for you to stray from. Your sparky temperament and dogged intelligence mean you are not only a blast to hang out with, but great to work with as well. Your close pals appreciate your patience and forgiveness, knowing you'd rather let sleeping dogs lie than dwell on the mishaps of the past. Your dashing good looks may one day lead to a modelling career, if only you can tame the unfortunate clumsiness that sometimes causes you to go flailing from the catwalk.