No jacket required
Feeling slightly less than manly, I gave up—just as the phone rang. Sure that it was someone responding to my Facebook plea, I was dismayed to hear Center for Discovery’s (www.thecenterfordiscovery.org) Joanne Bitjeman laughing. “Did you look in the closet?” she mocked and as I winced, I screamed back. “I’ll look again, if it will shut you up!” I shouted, gasping as my quivering hand touched suede. Minutes before my scheduled departure, I was forced to sheepishly admit that the jacket was in my grasp. Admiring my reflection and tucking the dog inside, I made my way to Thunderbash, as the panic subsided (I know, I’m deranged). As the temperature climbed to 80 degrees, I shook my fist, cursing irony, informing the dog that it was far too warm for suede. Tossing it aside, I threw Dharma in a shoulder bag and prepared myself to “cowboy up.” Lesson learned? Doubtful.