We Halled last night - next step in K.T.'s Scum plot. It wasn't a particularly thrilling session, but it scratched the itch, so it was good.

Penny was in a pretty good mood this morning, right up until we tried to leave the house. These days, it's not whether she'll pitch a fit, it's when she'll do it.

I've got about half a dozen little taskoids that I really need to do, that I've been meaning to do for ages. None of them are especially critical, but it annoys me that I haven't already done them.

Email my brother and sister-in-law and respond to their offer of free babysitting. (With a YES, of course.) Call the spa across the street from my office and make an appointment to get my hair done. (I'm very very tired of my hair. I'm about this close to asking for something short and spiky. But cute.) Email Kris about her lipstick sale. (Damn it, why did she have to show me a lipstick that actually looked good on me?)

I'm forgetting something.

I swear, my brain is no good at all lately. If I don't write something down, I forget it. If I don't put it in Outlook with a pop-up reminder, I forget it until it's too late to do anything about it. I need a vacation, but a vacation with a (near) two-year-old is no kind of vacation at all.

Matt and I are leaving Penny with my parents for a few hours on Sunday so we can go out on a date to celebrate our anniversary. Maybe that will recharge me a little.

Or maybe I'll actually take my mom up on her offer to keep Penny overnight some night, so Matt and I can - dun dun DUN! - sleep in.

--Liz