Clean out the backseat of the SUV.
Drop TheGirls off for grooming.
Run a few errands:
Breakfast.
Run the SUV through the Car Wash.
Bank run.
Go home and change into game day clothes.
Pick up TheFreshlyGroomedGirls.
Drop TheGirls off at the house.
Arrive at The Game around Half Time.
The Reality:
Clean out the backseat of the SUV.
Drop TheGirls off for grooming.
Run a few errands:
Breakfast.
Run the SUV through the Car Wash.
Bank run.
Go home and change into game day clothes.
Doing good so far.
Pick up TheFreshlyGroomedGirls.
Oops. Jinxed myself.
ThevGroomer took a little longer than anticipated. Third quarter came and went, and TheGirls were not ready. In the Groomers defense, when I let TheGirls outside this morning they played in the dewy sand.
Translation: TheGirls were a hot, muddy, mess and they resembled unkempt mutts.
The Groomer was a miracle worker and my hot mutt messes now look like the retired AKC Champion Chinese Cresteds that they are.
This miracle deserved photographic documentation. So off to Linda's house we went for a puptacular glamor shoot. Linda is my friend who is always up for a photo shoot. We has a slight delay as we hit post-gane traffic--however, in Belton that means sitting through two, maybe three, stop light cycles.
Delayed and Unrealized Goals:
Drop TheGirls off at the house.
Arrive at The Game around Half Time.
Additional Goals Added:
Puptacular GlamorShoot.
Then we came home and Lou's Zoo (including Lou and Moggy) promptly fell asleep on the sofa.
BTW, in case you wondered:
59-14
#GoCru!
As for the Sofa Snoozing, I don't think TheZoo and I can handle the time change this Sunday. But, sleeping in an hour still sounds good--even after our nap. None of us are Spring Chicks any longer.
Tonight's Plan:
Turn the clicks back an hour.
The Reality:
We shall see--or in this case, we shall hear.
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