I bet you guys were all thinking, hey, what did Andi do today? Ok. I know you weren’t. But I’m telling you anyway.

6:39am – CD alarm on 3rd song. I slept through three songs. Crud. Dog barking. Where is dog? Oh right. In crate. More barking. And scratching.

6:40 – eyes focus. Roll over. Joe sleeping. No movement. Poke Joe in arm. No movement. Shake Joe. Nothing. Give up.

6:41 – get out of bed. Find pants. Fall over putting on tricky lounge pants. Ouch.

6:42 – grab dog. Go upstairs. Grab other dog. Carry dogs downstairs. Grab computer. Carry dogs and computer outside.

6:43 – wait for dogs to pee while editing outline for deposition.

7:01 – inside. put on coffee. Mmmm. Coffee. Oh look. Guitar.

7:02 – try again to play a C Chord. Still not. Working. Whose. Fingers. Bend. Like. This. Put down the guitar. Walk away. Try again later. Must focus. Must get to work.

7:10 – Start upstairs to take shower. Hear shower running already. Michelle. Drat. Back downstairs. Realize dog now stuck upstairs. How did she get up there? Go back up stairs. Get dog. Walk back downstairs. Need coffee.

7:11 – drink coffee.
7:16 – refill coffee. Drink.
7:21 – refill coffee.

7:22 – Head upstairs. Hear shower running again. Joe. Drat. Find dog. Carry dog back downstairs. When will dog learn to go down stairs. What is wrong with this dog.

7:55 – Shower stops. Finally. What does he do in there?

8:00 — Get in shower. Blood curdling scream. No hot water.

8:03 – out of shower. Body still in shock. Is this what it feels like if you are naked in a pond in Canada in January trapped under ice? I think it must be.

8:03-8:15 – hose, skirt, no change, pants, change pants again, dig in laundry pile, shirt, no, other shirt, no, other shirt. Pile of discarded clothes on bed looks so comfortable. Maybe should just get on top of it and sleep for a minute. No. Focus. Dressing, dressing, slap on 87 variations of makeup, throw up mostly still wet hair. Change clothes once more for good measure.

8:15-8:25 – chase dogs around house. Put up dogs.

8:25 – 9:05 – drive drive. Houston traffic! Ugh. Drive drive. 4 miles, 40 minutes. Good day.

10:00am - Deposition: me: isn’t it true blah blah blah, isn’t it also true blah blah. Witness: blah blah blah blah. Room full of other lawyers: blah blah nonsense to make me sound great; blah, objection, um, your question calls for my client to say something bad; blah blah; I’m great; you are a peon, blah blah; in my day girls couldn’t be lawyers, blah blah.

2:30 – back at the office. Work work work. Meeting. Phone call. Meeting. Phone call. Make powerpoint. Admire pretty powerpoint. Work work work. Blah.

7:45 pm – drive home. Gas light on. Don’t care. Drive past gas station. Don’t care. Gas light mocking me. I don’t see you shiny red blinking gas light. I’m going home.

8:00 p.m. make it home. Yea. Oh look. Guitar.

8:00-8:30 – try to twist hand into unnatural position and play a.chord. Success! G-chord. I rule. I am a guitar goddess. I will attempt a C-chord. What? Is this thing broken? It must be broken. I need a not broken guitar. How could anybody make their fingers do that on this thing. Whatever. You know what I need? Bacon.

8:30 – fry bacon. Mmmmm. Bacon. Oh, right, I don’t actually have any other food in the fridge. Toast bent crusty heals of bread. Add mayo. And bacon. Eat. Ummmm.

8:45 — Also, I’d better check the blog before I do more working. Check blog. Whatever Bronco blog. I’m going to write a long blog so I don’t see any reference to sports anymore. I don’t have anything to say. What will I blog??? I guess I’ll just write about my day.