Actually, I'm in Seattle again. I never want to see the inside of an airport again. I forgot when I so blithely agreed to come back to work full-time in August how much I hate to travel for work. So what if I'm camping at the Westin. So what if I get to eat at fancy restaurants. I still had to sit next to the sweaty guy on the plane that couldn't stop rubbing his knee against mine. Oh, and let's not forget about how I almost got arrested after an altercation with a TSA agent who didn't speak English. Nice to know that our best and brightest are protecting America's skies. Yeah, so you know how you have to take out your laptop before you go through the xray and put it in a bin by itself? Well, I carry my laptop in a (whoa, get this!) laptop bag. The TSA agent made me open my carryon and stuff it in, just so five feet later I could open it back up and take it out because I WAS LIMITED TO TWO ITEMS. I explained a dozen times that it would all go into my little rolling suitcase, but he made me get down and put the sucker away before he'd let me approach the xray machine. That's right, so I could turn around and GET IT RIGHT BACK OUT AGAIN. Wow. I think I've been traveling too much lately. I had to take a fistful of anti-anxiety medication on the spot to keep from engaging in criminal behavior.
I'm in a sad way. On my trip last week I read this book 'Twilight' which was fabulous despite being a young adult book(I was in a rush, late for the plane and grabbed the first thing I saw and so glad I did). Now I am in a rut where none of the books I pick up seem remotely interesting. It's sad. It's depressing. I want another can't-put-it-down-page-turner like that one.
Avery turned three over the weekend. We celebrated at the Little Gym on Sunday. She said, "This is the very best party ever!" I had a ton of fun picking out gifts for her. I got her some kids jewelry and a jewelry box. She also got a bunch of Backyardigan character Beanie Babies. She seemed to have a great time. I just can't believe she's three. She is insanely precocious- already reading and starting to write her name and talking the crazy talk. She's still sleeping with me and adjusts the temperature on the electric banket to her liking. She gets mad when I hog the 'warm blanket', as she calls it. She used to be afraid of it- thought it would zap her while she was sleeping.
Okay, well, I'm holed up in a Starbucks. I am meeting up with some people for dinner and then going to my hotel where I plan to RELAX before getting to my 9am meeting tomorrow. Then the whole travel nightmare starts over again...