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What I’m about to tell you is a true story. Be warned; some people have all the luck. I’m not one of them. If I weren’t so tired, I would laugh about it though. It all started with a buzzing cell phone alarm clock. That was this morning at five o’clock. I drug my butt outta bed and got myself ready to work out. My body was still sore from the work out the day before and my arm was still tender from the hot olive oil splatters the night before. In addition to these ailments, my finger was throbbing from the teeny tiniest splinter. I made it through what felt like the longest work out ever, only to go pry the splinter from my aching finger.

I got myself showered, dressed, and ready to go to work. Aware that I was about to venture into a monsoon outside, I pulled out the trusty rain boots. Nobody likes those pesky wet pants legs. I gathered up my stuff and ventured outside into the pouring rain at about 7:15am. That’s when I noticed my almost flat tire. I backed my car up a smidge to double check that it wasn’t just stuck in the mud. Justin came out and confirmed; I had a flat. (Yes, this is only my second day of work.) My super wonderful husband put air in my tire with our compressor. He was soaked by the rain, while I sat just a little wet in the car. I have such a great husband!

Next, the low gas light came on. Yes, I did have to stop for gas in this torrential downpour. The wind decided to shift suddenly as I exited the car. There is nothing like cold rain in the face early in the morning. Finally, I was on the road. The drive seemed to take longer than usual. I couldn’t see anything out of my back glass and traffic was moving at about 5 mph a good portion of the way there. I happily made it to work on time. Unhappily, the wind shift blew the rain sideways. I attempted to keep myself semi-dry by holding my umbrella against the side of my body. Unfortunately, I just watched it flip inside out. I made it in the building alive but looking like a wet duck. The rain boots proved to be pointless. Again, everyone else was late.

The day went along just fine. The rain subsided on my way out; however came back to visit again sooner than I’d hoped. I was making my way to the tire shop when the slowest traffic ever known was my next obstacle. I was stuck along with a jillion other cars being forced to treat a very prominent intersection as a four-way stop in 5 o’clock traffic. Apparently, there was some sort of problem with the traffic lights. At the tire shop, I was told it would be an hour-and-a-half to get my tire fixed. Whoop-pee! As I was standing outside talking to Justin on the phone, the rain came back and down harder than ever.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, all of us in the tire shop were warned that a tornado was quickly approaching our location. This thing had actually touched down and was seen only a couple of miles away. Oh, great! The sirens went off, the guys told us the safest place to go, and several folks went outside to see the action. (Yes, really…) The good news is: the tornado missed us, my car was done in an hour, the dude that helped me with my car looked a lot like Jude Law, and I was able to meet Justin close to the house for dinner. You’re out of your mind if you think I was gonna cook after a day like that!

Here’s to God for continuing to bless me with good writing material…