I left for work late today, running out into the 20-something degree morning with Baxter in tow - hair still damp, not a trace of make-up on my face, with God-knows-what thrown into my bag for lunch, and (fingers crossed) the work files I need for the day.
The only reason I'm even inside the clinic right now is because Matt was willing to dig through the kitchen trash to look for my set of keys. And, yes, that's where they were.
All I can say is, it's a damn good thing that Lyle was on another floor of the house, busily engaged in a fun game with his babysitter, or he would've eaten his whole shirt by the time I got out of there this morning!
PS: An update from the Ransom Note front...there's an article in today's New York Times about this ad campaign, and some of the best bloggers on the subject are quoted! Check it out - and the comments section gives you another opportunity to voice your opinion if you are so inclined.