M1 I say goodbye.

  I hear the phone ring."What now?", I ask no one in particular. Filled with grogginess I toss my warm, comfy comforter off my bed and get up. Another ear splitting ring kicks me into high gear. As I picked up the  phone,  I looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. I smiled down at my adorable snoring (VERY LOUDLY) pug, Lewis. I could barely hear the person on the other end. All I could make out was it was senor Zorro, good morning and to meet him in front of Marc Jacobs outlet store on fifth avenue at nine o'clock. I looked out of the window in my wonderful New York apartment. I  could just see the outlet store down the street (since New York city never sleeps I could see the store.).Then I went back to bed.
 
 I awoke at seven thirty a.m. sharp. I slowly got dressed in my cutest outfit (Vera Wang green sweater dress, dark gray leggings and Jimmy Choo black strapy five inch heels.). I feed my dog and and then packed my things. I loaded my my three royal purple hard case suit cases, dog  and myself into my emerald green 2011 Mustang G.T.. I drove down the street to Star dog pet hotel to drop Lewis off. Lewis barked. "I'm sorry boy." I said as I dropped him off. I ate a quike bite, as I called my house sitter,Becky Allen. Bon appitite. Its eight fifty in the morning I thought I'd better get going. I headed for Marc Jacobs.