I couldn’t seem to pull my head out of my ass this morning. I woke up, and hit the snooze about three times. Then I just couldn’t get my brain into gear. I sat on the couch and ate, which is not normal. I’m normally a cereal-over-the-sink kind of gal. Of course, since I sat down, I turned on the news, and then I was looking up and realizing I had just twenty minutes to get out the door.
I didn’t make it in twenty. I didn’t even make it in thirty. I took a shower last night, so I skipped it this morning, but by the time I washed my face, slapped on some make-up, brushed my teeth, and slapped some Fudge around in my hair, it was quarter after eight, and I was late.
So, in my haste to get out the door, I somehow managed to leave behind both my cell phone and my security badge. I’m sure I’m missing the best phone calls of my life right now. Or at least some flirty crazy single girl text messages. I hate this feeling of separation anxiety. I hate feeling like I could be missing anything. Especially if it could be fun.
That’s why I’m always the last to leave a party, because I wouldn’t ever want to miss any of the fun.
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 
Good luck, Peggy. Wishing the best for you.