of a tennis player, hiker, writer |
It’s raining, I’m at work, and, its President’s day. Not a municipal holiday for us. Nonetheless, I’m unhappy about being here today, when so many of my friends and family members are at home right now, snug between the sheets of their warm and comfy beds. No alarm clocks woke them up this morning. Let’s see, who is home today…Laney. Autumn, they are off. Scott. He is off. So are Linda, Sonya, Gina, and all my Bibb County teacher friends. Dawn. Off. Renee. Off. Randy, Sharon, Forrest, Adam. All off. Although, I think Lisa is working. Who else is working? Me, Robin, that’s who. So, I decided, since I’m here I might as well make myself useful to the world. So today, for one day only, everything that goes wrong – I’ll take the blame for it. Yep, you heard me, It will be my fault. (But only for today - and NOT during my lunch hour either). Now, let’s be fair about this, don’t just commit a wrong doing just because you can say, “It’s Robin’s fault.” However, if you accidentally forget to turn in your inventory report, I’ll take the blame. Tell your boss, “I’m so sorry, but Robin forgot to remind me of the deadline. I’ll have that report first thing in the morning for ya.” Forgot to send lunch money with your child. No worries, it’s Robin’s fault. Did you take the trash out? No? That’s okay. Cuz its all my fault. A crack in your mother's favorite crystal egg? I'm taking the blame. This sarcastic moment was brought to you by a self-indulged moment of pity by the author. |