The thing that drives me crazy is when it’s time to go . . . someone always has a last minute chore to do. All I can think is “WHYYYYYYY?!?” Why do people wait until it’s time to walk out of the door to suddenly remember that they need a shower? Or that they have to replace the laces in their shoes. Twenty-four hours should be plenty of notice, right? They have twenty-three hours or so to take a shower and fix their shoes. Why do we wait until the last minute – every time?
I’m beginning to feel like the White Rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland.” Maybe our watches are two days slow also. It would explain so much.
*waves* hii i’m one of those! And I admire you white rabbits a lot!! 😉
I used to be late ALL the time. Got tired of people yelling at me. I’ve turned into the enemy
Aah, yeah I totally get you. I like things being done on time!
I’ve been more worried about time since becoming a mom. 🙂 When I was a teenager, I didn’t care so much.