This morning I woke up feeling like Super Woman (I know that's Wonder Women over there, but just play along). Days like that are rare, I know, but somehow I knew today was going to be different. Maybe it was the two days of spring-like weather. Maybe it was something else, but something told me it was going to be a Super Tuesday.But before I could think about that any further, I had to get to the supermarket. There's only so many days you can survive on peanut butter sandwiches. So I started making the menu for the rest of the week, got a pen and paper, and started making my grocery list. We were out of everything, including super-absorbent paper towels AND toilet paper. I'm just glad the Super Bowl is over so I didn't have to buy extra stuff for that!
After my usual three cups of coffee I was beginning to feel super-hyper. Yeah, you know, more
hyper than usual. I figured I better take advantage of it and get some housework done. By the time I was finished with that I was in the mood for Mickey D's strawberry shake and some super-sized fries.Well, the rest of the day turned out just like so many others. I got the groceries, came home and fixed a super supper for the family, and watched some tv. Now it's about time for me to get in bed and I'm thinking about how super I felt this morning. I still don't know what made me feel that way, but I guess it helped me get through the day and that's what matters. I mean, we can't all be Mary Poppins and everthing be so supercalifragilistcaspialidocious!
*This story is not only super boring but also completely fictional and in no way represents a typical day in my super life.
