This morning, I awoke at six a.m. to get my son help dressing as "Ronald Reagan" for a school project. Elle is off school and I'd forgotten that I'd collected all this stuff for the Cancer Society this a.m. (I have to dress up for a funeral, so I wasn't ready to get all pretty.)
Can I just give a shout-out to the Cancer Society? Who waited for me to get dressed, took the wrath of my dog yapping and let me collect the items that were supposed to be left at the curb. (I called two weeks ago, and just plumb forgot!)
Note to self: Get dressed in the morning and be at Starbucks by 8 a.m. It never ends well when that doesn't happen.