She looked in the mirror, and found to her horror that she had taken her daughter to preschool, the clothes to the dry cleaner and the dog to the vet; gone grocery shopping and gotten an oil change; returned books to the library and ill-fitting clothes to the discount chain store; picked her daughter up from preschool; taken the dog and her daughter to the park; talked to several friends and neighbors IN the park; attended a parent-teacher conference; talked to a door-to-door window salesman; visited the nursery section of her local hardware store WHERE she ran into her old flame from high school; run back to the grocery store to pick up emergency treats for her daughter's class the next day; attended a PTA meeting and had coffee afterwards with the other moms ... all with a wad of oatmeal cemented firmly to the middle of her forehead.Blogged with Flock
