No, sir, I do not know where your wife is.

The holiday rush at the airport has begun.

I've been doing a few long days to get some OT in, and have been spending them in the terminals, moving along the foot traffic and telling people where the bathroom is.

People have been friendly, for the most part, and I've only had one mean drunk so far, although the holiday season, she is young.

The temperature suddenly dropped outside to 41 degrees, and I found myself ripping apart my closet searching desperately for closed-toe shoes. To no avail. Weird, right? Apparently, I only own 17 pairs of flip-flops. And some death heels. I love heels. In the terminal, though, heels are awful when you're pacing back and forth on the hard floor, which I found out yesterday. A hot shower and 3 Alleve later, I was almost walking again.

So now the heat is blasting in my apartment, because although I grew up in New York, I have lived in south Florida for three years and am no longer comfortable when my external temperature dips below 78 degrees. 74, and you'll see me in a jacket.

But Mary, you say, that's just crazy!

Screw you! I yell, and pull my jacket tightly around me.

The Kid learned her first poem at school this week. The teacher said she planned on covering it all month, but the Kid learned it in two days. I asked her about it the other day, and she looked at me for a long time, like the wheels were turning in her head. Then she spoke in very short, patterned sentences, like you would if you were reading a poem to a class of two year olds.

Friends are good
Friends are cool
I have lots of friends in school.

Something, something... I don't know. I was clapping and screaming too much to remember the last three lines. She's reciting her little poem, and she's TWO.

I can't hug and squish this kid enough.

:)