Where Are You

Picture this...

Beautiful Sunday afternoon. I have dropped off Mary Margaret at her JPC meeting. Taylor and I are headed to drop off red box rentals at Wal-Mart and then to do a little shoe shopping while we wait for Mary Margaret.

My friend Dianna calls, we are chit-chatting about nothing really. She says "I need you to come over to my house and look at this rose bush and tell me what I need to do with it this winter".

I headed over there.

Taylor called.

Still at Wal-Mart.

She says: where are you?

I'm only 37.

Should I be forgetting my children?

It's how I roll!