What part of regular crap schedule don't you understand?

Today did not get off to an auspicious start. Minnie the Schnauzer refused to go #2 in the yard--she wanted to go to the park, but Mama didn't have time for a long walk before work. I did walk her down the little side street in hopes that one of the yards there would prove acceptable, but all we found was a little chubby redhaired boy about 3-4 years old, about to hop in the car and go to preschool. He stuck his little babydoll hand out for Minnie to lick, and when she did he dissolved into giggles and said, "She wants me!"

Just a little cute to get your day off rightlike.

And, oh, good news on the retail circuit. How pleasant to walk into Goody's on a whim and come out with a pair of brown pinstriped pants and a wonderful white purse big enough to hold all my crap? Extremely pleasant. I had been looking for a bag like that--I haven't shaken off my city-livin' need to haul all my accoutrements and paraphernalia with me to work, even though I live a half a mile away and go home for lunch every day.