It's 9 AM Somewhere

Monday mornings I wake up before seven and begin fixing breakfast for my two daughters. The six year old usually gets toast and egg inzuparre style (basically you dip the toast in the yolk) plus some fried tofu and a side of fruit, the four year old has simpler tastes and is satisfied with a couple scrambled eggs and turkey bacon (a word of advice for anyone who might cook for her--do NOT forget the bacon). My Mother comes by around 8 and helps them finish getting dressed which gives me 10 or 15 minutes to get myself ready. By 8:30 everyone is dressed with brushed teeth and hair and we are out the door, I get the six year old to school and the four year old to my ex (she has them Mondays and Tuesdays). By 9 I am in the store and ready to begin.

Now this whole time, whatever I am doing with my right hand in my left is a cup of coffee, a beverage that I consume until my hair starts to stand on end and I am in danger of hallucinating that I am covered in ants. But I need the caffeine because what I do Monday Mornings is taste. Mostly wine, but also whatever it is that the reps bring in to try and get us to carry. This sounds like a lot of fun, and it is, for few months until they start bringing things like tequila at 9 AM. That can get a little rough. This morning we start with bourbon.