First thing this morning, I get an unnerving phone call–on my unlisted number.
Then I find out someone has been shopping at Walmart and Home Depot–in Florida, no less–using my credit card info.
One of the fire alarms went off this afternoon and terrified my poor little Yorkie.
I leave for San Francisco at 4:30 tomorrow morning.
It’s 9:12 pm and I haven’t even packed.
Need I say more?
If you’re of a praying disposition, send up a word for this beleaguered and very frazzled cowgirl, please. I’d appreciate it.
