Klassy with a K

In retrospect, I suppose I should have known I'd get a call from a frustrated mother, and then accidentally hang up on her while trying to answer her question.

I had a late rehearsal last night and by the time I was done my stomach was hurting so much I had a hard time standing up straight.  I'd been awake for 19 hours and apparently hadn't had enough to eat and my stomach was NOT PLEASED with me.  I got home, took off my makeup, had some toast, and put away two days' worth of clothes before reading a little and sleeping.  I thought I'd given myself plenty of time this morning to get ready, but I had a couple of things leftover from last night I had to do, and ended up leaving my house with enough time to get to work but not enough time to brush my teeth or put my sunscreen on.

So I brushed and sunscreened in a work bathroom. . . after parking in a VIP spot at the risk of being ticketed because there was NO parking in my lot, and having to move my car right after I checked in at work.

Klassy with a K.  That's me.