I just can't seem to get to work on time lately. My husband's car is in the shop so I have to drop him off on my way (which, of course, will cause me to be even later!). And it's just my luck that I get behind a 'retiree' who obviously isn't in a bit of a hurry. I'll have to floor it and pass him when I get the chance. I threw on a pair of running shoes with my black hose and black skirt and will have to manage to change into my pumps before I walk in the front door! But that's PART 2...