Let's see...

I have two fairly dense documents on my desk for review.

I have my Cancun pictures, finally, so there's the picture of me in the ocean, in the frame that I painted, on my bookshelf in my office. It'll give me something to look at when I need to lift my eyes from the documents.

I have Jazzercise after work, and I have to look forward to it being very crowded, since apparently all the schoolteachers take morning or daytime classes during the summer, but now that school's started back up, they're all back in the night class. But at least Wednesday is the instructor I like better.

I have a book club meeting tonight, which is going to make for a pretty hectic hour after Jazzercise -- come home, shower, change, eat, and dash back out the door. Or maybe I'll skip eating; book club is likely to be bad for my diet. And also, I'm still only a hundred pages into the book, and it's still so boring they should market it as an insomnia aid. If I'm lucky, everyone else will have hated it, too, and so we can talk about how bad it was, and then move on to talking about gossip and our kids.

I have a double birthday party to go to on Sunday, for my mom and my brother. That should be nice, though also bad for the diet. I need to remember to take my computer so I can download Mom's pictures.

I have a new addiction in World of Warcraft. Last night was the third night in a row that I've been up past 11:30. And a corner of my mind is grumbling about having to take tonight off for book club, though in the long run, it's probably for the best. If I can resist logging in when I get home from work, I might even be asleep before 11.

I have a three-year-old who is adorable and whiny by turns, much like every other three-year-old on the planet. She's also starting to get into the endless-question phase. This morning, watching over my shoulder while I was playing Warcraft (entirely by her request, for once -- I hadn't intended to log in, because the quest I'm on currently is going to need at least an hour's worth of time, and probably more like two), we had this discussion:

"Who's that?"

"That's Mommy's little person."

"What kind of person?"

"...She's an elf."

"What kind of elf?"

"...A blue elf." (Well, she has blue hair.)

"What kind of blue elf?"

"I don't know."

Pause, while she watches as some jerk steals and kills my spider that I'm trying to train. Maybe he thought he was rescuing me, but argh. "What's that?"

"That's Mommy's elf."

"What kind of elf?"

I'm grumpy about having my spider stolen, so I jump straight to, "I don't know."

"A blue elf, Mommy!"

At least I know she's listening.

--Liz