perhaps the best perk of getting to the office so early...

... is the opportunity to have yourself a minor public breakdown with no witnesses in sight.

celticsblog.com

I have been so excited to go to the Celtics game tonight and sit in bomb seats so so SO close to the court. I thoroughly intended to take in the sights (Ray Ray's calves) and sounds (Big Baby crying) and smells (sweaty men) of the night. However, on my drive into work today, I realized something I did not do. I have been so pumped about the game that I forgot you need tickets to get into the game.  Like, hi, are you stupid Kacey? It's not like I took them out and forgot to grab them... they are still sitting in the same place on the fridge since I got them for my birthday.

So the no-ticket incident
+
my lack of detective skills in finding a pair of jeans left by a coworker in my car last May
+
a sassy redhead emotional moment at the expense of my kind boyfriend who was just trying to be nice and I got all pissy for no reason = some tears and deep breaths and a fist on top of the desk or two.
=
miss frazzlicious (not to be confused with Miss Frizzle today because my hair is straight)

zerailleur.com

But hey, life is good and I am having a FABULOUS hair day, if I do say so myself. I'll get the tickets and spank Ray Allen.