Drunk Haiku

People have asked me
For three years now why I don't
Become an alcky

I say to them: third
year's a charm! I just had a
bottle of reisling!

So perhaps I was a little dramatic yesterday...

Everything ended up alright, and my story of the day even involves cars catching on fire and split pants! But I can't tell it now, for I have just spent my first 20 minutes of awakeness reading blogs instead of taking a shower.

I will leave you with an updated haiku, and give you more of the story when I get home.

I'm Bossy

I was with TheBoy
When he signed his life away
To the mortgage peeps,

And now we're owners
Of a split-level abode.
Congratulate us!

House-Buying Haiku, to release my anger

Realtor dropped the ball.
(Not ours.) Settlement postponed.
Fucking cock sucker.

Early Morning Chill: Haiku

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Fucking alarm: I hate you.
So cozy in bed.

This apartment is
Ten degrees colder today
Than it was last night.

I measure the beans,
Pour in the water, hit "On."
Oh! Wonderful brew...

I step into the
hot, steaming, shower. Joyous!
I'd stay here all day...

But alas, stupid job.
I walk back into the cold.
My turkies are done.

P.S. And in response to Christine's haiku to me:

Fellow curly one:
I'm always around... but you!
Law school stole my pal!