The boyfriend is coming to Gantt for lunch. I'm slowly but surely getting ready to deliver my spoiled pooch to Troy. David is playing in a scramble at 5:30 and I'm supposed to ride along. So, that means I need to hurry on up and get things moving! Where is my extreme motivation I need? Do you want to know what is keeping me from getting ready? A few things.... Ziggy is practically in my lap snoring away. The other is that I am pretending that I have lots of George Washingtons ($$$$,duh) and admiring clothes and shoes online. I've now found myself lost in the online shopping world....just a wishing away. Ahh, temptations.

love,
m