Good Mourning

It’s going to be a long day. I overslept. My underwear is too tight, and two people tried to drive in my lane this morning while I was still in it. I am tired, tired, tired. My “to do” list is so long it has categories. And my computers at home and work aren’t cooperating. If I lose the “Name That Photo” contest over at the pioneer woman (again), it will be another reason I need to be in Jamaica right now. Think Hubby can be persuaded? Here’s hoping the day gets better quickly. I’m off to find a Diet Coke.