Hey, today is Kris' birthday! Happy Birthday, Kris! And because I'm such a nice person, I won't tell you how old she is today. We're meeting the Brandts and Jeremy and Elizabeth for dinner tonight to celebrate.

Which should be fun. But really, I think I should make an effort to get to bed early tonight. My wagon's been draggin' (if you know what I mean) for days.

Last night's game was fun, I must say. Even if I did doze through a bit of it. (Actually, I don't think I actually dozed at all, but it was a near thing a few times. I can stave off this insistent exhaustion if I'm actively engaged in something, but more passive activities - listening to someone else, or reading, for example - and I'm toast.)

But anyway, once we got to the temple and started having to work our way past traps and figure out the clues, I woke up and had lots of fun. (To be honest, I was having fun before that - Matt was being very silly and funny. I just couldn't stay awake for it. Not active enough.)

And since we stopped on something of a cliffhanger, I'm anticipating next week's game with relish. (Or should that be with ketchup?)

After complaining yesterday about dry skin, and after waking up at five this morning to scratch through about thirty layers of steel-wool textured skin on my legs (pleasant analogy, eh?) I finally remembered that Jill had given me some Bath and Body Works shower gel and lotion for Christmas, and when I got out of the shower this morning, I fished out the lotion and set it with my things to take to work.

So I'm trying to get into the car, balancing my daybook and my Arabian Nights and the lotion and my lunch in one hand, and my purse and keys in the other, and just as I pull the car door open, the lotion bottle slips from my fingers and bounces off my foot. Ow!

I bend down to pick up the bottle, and I don't see it.

Matt, ever the helpful dear, offers to fish it out from under the car, where it doubtless bounced off my foot. He gets down on one knee and leans way over to look under the car - but he can't see it.

"Must have slid behind a tire," he mutters, moving around to another position.

Except he can't see it there, either.

This largish bottle of lotion has apparently completely disappeared after bouncing rather painfully off the top of my foot.

Finally, we found it - inot behind my tire, but behind his - a bounce/slide of nearly a car length!

That is one bottle of lotion that was desperate not to go to work.

I know how you feel. Trust me.

--Liz