Lord have mercy…my granny just called me and informed me that I need to be on my guard while picking my friend (who I met on that wicked, wicked Internet) up from the airport tomorrow. I reassured my granny that Amber is the sweetest thing in the world and I have no worries. Granny promptly reminded me that those who knew the terrorists had seen them as sweet and kind people. It was painful…holding my laughter back. So, I can’t wait till my fuzzy little terrorist arrives in South Carolina. I will take care of her since she just had oral surgery to remove four little terrorist wisdom teeth. If Miss Fuzzy brings harm to me this week…just remember that I didn’t listen to my granny.