I am a master at dedication. Over the years I have dedicated myself to performing major feats. Raising three children on my own. Coordinating a summer culture camp. Planning a secret anniversary party for my parents with my sisters, where practically the whole town was invited, and it remained a secret. Many, many feats. So this morning, when I still have over 100 chocolates to dip, why am I sitting here procrastinating? I will be mad at myself later when I am running around trying to get them packaged up. I will really be pissed when I’m trying to squeeze in time to make that homemade ginger ale. Why is it that I am a master at dedication and procrastination? And look at that fingerprint on the peppermint…guess I’ll just have to eat that one.