This weekend, temptation paid me a visit again. As my daughter and I marched purposely through the mall, our battalion having been deployed and Operation Prom Dress in full force, we encountered a small roadblock.
Somewhere between the car and the store of gaudy evening attire, some stupid leasing agent put a pet store in our path. And there she was — a too-adorable rescue puppy who only had eyes for us. So, before either of us — the power-shopping Berg girls — could engage our brains, we were sending pictures home to the General.