G dragged me (kicking and screaming) into Coldwater Creek and I bought some clothes.  Yes, me, I did it.  No, there wasn’t a single dress involved.  I didn’t find any that I liked.  However, that doesn’t mean that I won’t wear one sometime during the conference.  There is that cocktail party….

     Today I need to make a Target run and pick up the dog food our pet store was out of, soda for DH, ink for my printer, batteries for the camera, and chocolates!  Then I need to do a couple loads of wash so DH doesn’t complain that he’s out of anything while I’m gone.

     All I need to do on Wednesday is pack everything, take care of the dogs, and get my haircut at 5:30. 

     Thursday morning my roommate arrives we load her car and off we go!

     While I was dragging my feet shopping, DH was fielding one phone call after another.  First, there was the call from CBS on Your Side about the electric company—DH told Jim Donovan I’d call him when I got home.  Then there was the call from the nursing home, now they are claiming they want even more money than the bill that came on Saturday had on it.  It’ll be a cold day in hell.  They don’t know it’s not good to make the Irish-Indian mad.  DH says that there’s nothing scarier than having this redhead on the warpath.

     I talked to Jim Donovan, a very nice man, and he’s looking into the electric company problem.  While I had him on the phone I happened to mention the problem with the nursing home…he said once we take care of the electric company we’ll start on that too.  I told you we weren’t going to roll over for all this nonsense now didn’t I?