The Christmas Miracle Milk!

Dear Readers,
This morning, I woke with a start and a brain full of questions. It was silly really, but my first question was who was calling me, which bled into why I had woken up late for work, which bled into whats going to happen when I answer the phone and my boss is on the other end asking me where I am, which bled into why am I late for work if its still dark outside?

Naturally, to quench my curiosity, I snagged the phone, accidently kicked a snoring Duke, and pressed the answer button. Nothing happened, the ringing did not stop so next, I turned off the alarm on my phone. Soon, reality struck me like the coming dawn and I realized no one was calling me, it was my alarm the whole time. I wasnt late for work... yet. While the snooze button is a beautiful thing, its also is the birth mother of rushed mornings. While my morning was indeed rushed, I did get the vitals in; shower, clean clothes, brushed hair and teeth, fed and medicated Dukester. Everything was set except food.

Now let me just tell you I am quite determined to stick to my budget and thus, picking up food on the way to, or at work simply is not in that budget. So I grabbed my box of cereal and figured I would get a bit of milk at the cafeteria at work. I had enough change to be able to get it without letting it touch my budget.

So off to work I went, happy and excited about my cereal. This, my friends, is when the grinch comes in. Walking into work, I soon found that the cafeteria is closed for the whole week. I had gotten the email but forgot to remember it in my rushed morning. I had no milk... let me say it again so you may understand the emotion in the situation. I HAD NO MILK!! My favorite ceral, a bowl and an extra few minutes... everything perfect but the MILK!

Naturally, being a creative person, I contemplated the idea of mixing some creamer with water in order to substitute for milk, but then my taste buds chimed in and vetoed that straight away. Shuffling into the break room, I tuned my small violin and sung my sob story to a coworker. She looked at me slightly baffled that such dispair could come from missing milk (or so I assume) and informed me that her team was having milk and doughnuts this morning and all I had to do was ask Squish for the Christmas miracle of milk.

Now let me tell you about Squish. She is like an elf; magical in so many ways. (I say this because she does read the blog {or so she says} aaand she had the milk). The woman happens to be one of my best friends. She is my 'in case of emergency' number and she knows more about me than most. So of course I went over, batted my eyelashes and tried to look the quintessential picture of sweet, innocent and hungry. Naturally, she gave me a glass of milk. Let me tell you folks, that milk did the trick and I was a happy camper for the rest of the morning.

After lunch, another coworker had soybeans and as I watched her with salivating eyes (yes, salivating eyes), she gave me some! Now I know I sound like I spend all day begging things from people, but I assure you, my faithful readers that I only do that on some days! On other days, people are much more resistent to the puppy dog eyes and whimpering.