Say A Little Prayer

for me.

i'm in vegas for a trade show. which you would think means:

vegas = wooo-hooooo

but trade show = running your ass off until you drop and then resurrecting your carcass to run your ass off some more.

now this is actually made more pleasant by the fact that I'm with a great group of people who are all upbeat and a lot of fun and made it okay to work until 12:02am preparing trade show paraphenalia.

HOWEVER...

at some point and time this afternoon my cell phone disappeared. gone. missing. without a trace. so now i am in a frenzy because 1) what if some JERK found it and is making $1000 in calls to hong kong right now? or worse cloning it and letting all of his friends each make $1000 in calls and 2) how am I supposed to be in contact with my family? i can't run out of the trade show every so often to find a payphone and i hate to go a colleague "hey i'm a prat who lost her cell phone - can i use yours so i can run down your minutes explaining pre-algebra to my son?"

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let it be at our booth in the convention hall when I return there tomorrow.

The Joy of Shopping!

I can only deal with so much college football (the yelling, the talking to the TV, the fact that we have to have two TVs going at one time), so I ran away from home on Saturday. Went window shopping for furniture for the new house, and then wandered into Joannes Etc., and discovered Lion Brand MicroSpun. Did you know about this and forget to tell me? So fun - cheap and feels awesome.

I feel totally inspired to make happy Oilily/Hannah Anderson-esque baby clothes in manically cheerful stripes. So I got these pairs of blue and yellow, blue and green, and periwinkle and black.


I need more pregnant friends.