puppy zone

It is a gorgeously sunny day, unlike the gloomy overcast the TV personality meteorologist had forecast, and I was dropping off my daughter at the Community Paint Day in Oakland. We had rushed over from an early morning soccer game, where the sun was still somewhat hidden in the clouds, and the thought of applying sunscreen to my daughter's face had not occurred to me. I rummage through my purse ... keys ... phone ... purse hanger ... pen ... Excedrin ... lip balm ... Benadryl ... ibuprofen ... Nylabone.

No sunscreen, but I have a giant dog treat. Oh, and some poop bags, and a baggie full of kibble.

Sigh. I have entered the Puppy Zone.

Wish me luck.