Wreszcie wychodzę z domu i myślę sobie, że całkiem nieźle dziś wyglądam… i wiecie co? Zaczyna padać deszcz. Ba, leje jak z cebra!
Fantastycznie. Po prostu fantastycznie.
This year’s eleventh of august turned out to be a special day. I rarely celebrate my birthday but there was also my cousins wedding last Saturday. So there was no way I could get away with a trivial excuse or any pretext at all. You know something like late night movie marathon in pajamas and lazing about in bed with a bowl full of popcorn wouldn’t work for sure.
I don’t know where did it came from but I’m always late. Always. And it’s still only five minutes I’m missing. But this morning I decided to pull myself together – it just wasn’t the right thing to do.
Let the preparations begin.
It’s amazing how hard it is for me to get out of bed. No matter if I slept four hours or twelve. I hate this moment. When I somehow manage to do that, I always put my right foot on the floor as first. I know it’s stupid but as they say: forewarned is forearmed. Why risk with bad humor or (horror of horrors!) unsuccessful day? I take a quick shower. Then eat light breakfast. And again I return to bathroom where I style my hair. Subsequently I go back to room and neatly do makeup. I put on a dress. Look for another shoe. Only jewellery, purse yet and I’m ready. Apparently it doesn’t take much time but I don’t want to impose myself a fast tempo because constantly I feel like I have a lot of time. And finally it turns out this clambering was a very bad idea. It’s weird I still haven’t learned something from my mistakes.
At last I exit my house and I think to myself that I look good today…and you know what? It starts to rain. Well, it’s raining cats and dogs!
Great! Just great.