Decisions Will Be Made . . . I think.

My wonderful little sister (note picture of blue-haired girl at right) gave me this pad of paper for Christmas. Alas, it has sat dormant, choosing to camouflage itself as just another stack of papers in one of my towering piles.

But earlier today, like countless archaeologists before me, I dug and dug through layers of previously undisturbed dust to unearth it.

Indecision, beware! I am armed and--should I decide to be--dangerous.