Most all of my mornings begin with a little Yorkie in my face sneezing up a storm; yes, in my face. It’s just some silly nervous twitch he has (one of many). After a ring of the bell (he rings a bell when it’s potty time) and before my coffee, of course, it’s off for a potty walk and then a little playtime. When it is finally about me, I relax with a coffee at my vanity and start getting prettied up for work. On this particular morning, someone decided that perhaps I didn’t need make-up after all, or, more likely, decided that it wasn’t quite “about me” time after all.