It was seven thirty, “Shit!” I jumped out the bed a bit dizzy and almost slipped on a pair of stockings that were lying on the floor, “I can’t believe this shit!” I had slept through my alarm that was supposed to wake me at five thirty. I had an eight o clock appointment with my GYN and an eleven o clock date with my hairdresser. I hurried into the bathroom, jumped in the shower and got dressed as fast as I could. I didn’t even take the time to find matching socks I was in such a rush. I couldn’t miss this appointment, I couldn’t miss either appointment. It was Valentine’s Day, and I definitely needed my hair done. I was starving from a night of drinks, so I tossed two slices of wheat bread into the toaster and cracked an egg over the frying pan on the stove. As soon as my egg was fried, I put it between the two slices of bread, squirted some ketchup on it, and I was out the door. I hit the automatic start button and the engine in my brand new Porsche truck purred like a baby lion.
