That was the first word out of my mouth this morning when I looked out the window and noticed that it was raining. And unfortunately I was not just waking from an awesome dream in which I was hanging out with Bill and Ted.
I don’t use bogus lightly either, I usually reserve it for Times Of Great Stress, like when I found out that Horatio Sanz was getting dropped from Saturday Night Live. Dude was awesome.
The first word you speak in the morning is an ominous one. In my case, I’m pretty sure because I said “bogus,” my day is going to be, sadly, depressingly, bogus.
I’ll probably step in a puddle and get Wet Foot (the worst thing that can happen to you aside from dying) on my lunch hour, then have to replace the water cooler twice. I’ll be living in hell, is what I’m saying.
If only my first word had been something more cheery and upbeat. You know, something completely uncharacteristic of me. Then I would have a good day, because once that first word hits the air in front of you – your day is planned out.
In a lot of ways, your first word in the morning is like your first word as a baby.
Whatever your first word was, it has a great bearing on what you’re like as an adult.
Mine was “ball.”
This sounds good, right?
No. No it was not good.
I said ball, but what I held in my hand was an egg, which I promptly threw against the wall.
Now you see what I’m saying. I said something pretty dumb and as an adult, I’ve never been confused for the brightest bulb in the pack. I like simple things like Big Trouble in Little China, Gonzo Grape bubble gum and Coors Light.
If I had said something Brilliant And Thoughtful, like “Momma” when I saw my Mom, maybe things would’ve turned out better for me. Maybe I’d be an engineer or that dude who invented Lunchables.
But I’m not.
I’m just a blogger and really, that’s okay with me.
As long as I don’t get Wet Foot.