Creatures of Habit

My morning routine usually includes getting a call at approximately 9:15 from my best gal Miss Kristie (who works at my office). She yells at me that I'm running late and I give her an estimated time of arrival. She waits while I gulp down my tea, drag my ass out of my apartment and have an internal battle whether to drive or walk to work. (This morning I walked.) When I finally arrive, she gives me a dirty look, and we go for a coffee at the corner, and I watch her inhale a cigarette as we chat on the front stoop at our office. Then we yell at each other while we toast bagels in the kitchen. Love that crazy girl.