Currently reading: Cell, by Stephen King. Thanks sis!

Thing that's bothering me today: My boss has a bowl full of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in his office. I've eaten two already.

Being a mom must keep me organized. I totally flaked on an appointment with my hair stylist last night. I thought it was tonight for some reason. But there it is in my planner. Tuesday, 5:30, Deliece. She forgave me, thank goodness.

So what was I doing instead of exploring ways to fix my hair for April's wedding? Sitting at The Flying Saucer, drinking beer, eating cheese fries and planning a trip to Chicago with SkooterPie and our friends Ron and Bethany. "This is fun," Ron said. "We should do this again next week!" To which I replied: "Dude, I'm a mom again next week. No can do." In addition to planning our vacation, we inadvertantly hit on a million dollar idea for a business. Now all we need to do is to get our hands on some human cremains to see if it can be done. Suggestions?

Planning a trip in tandem has its challenges. We've settled on the dates, and we've come to an agreement on the hotel, and all that's seemingly left to do is to book everything. The paranoid part of me thinks it's the last step that will trip us up. I guess we'll see tomorrow. By we, I mean Bethany and me, by the way, because the boys are content to let us handle all the logistics. Of course.

I tried to call Jesse when I got home last night, and he was already crashed out. It was only 8. Stop working him so hard, Dad!