And we're off, sort of.

It's raining this morning, and my eleven year old daughter has taken off with grandma to see Miley Freakin' Cyrus aka Hannah Montana  (No comment because I'm jealous because it's at the MGM GRAND, and WHEN DO I GET TO GO?!) and brought the one rain sort of jacket in the house with her, so I am leaving for an outdoor walk with a trash bag. 

I also have seven gift bags of goodies in trash bags for my team members for the walk, hoping those don't get soaked as well.  I am stalling and posting about Miley, OMGZ! because my ride over-slept, which was bound to happen because getting to my house for 7:30am meant that she had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn.