so, i only have to survive a few more hours and then i'm off for an exciting trip to Sea World . now, don't get me wrong, i'm psyched about the trip; i think that we will in all likelihood have a marvelous time and the divine miss m has not stopped talking about dining with shamu. it should be quite relaxing, we're staying on the riverwalk, so during the times that we're not at sea world we'll be at a nice hotel and wandering around the riverwalk for dinner, shopping, sight-seeing and then sunday there will be fireworks ... but for those of you that pray to a higher being, could you please send up a word or two pertaining to my mother's behavior over the next few days, or just limit your requests of divine intervention to the supression of my typical reaction to that woman's antics.

i have had so little sleep this week; i don't think i've been this sleep deprived since law school finals. my bigger concern for this little excursion should probably be staying awake during the drive tomorrow.

and this evening, i have to willingly throw myself into an endeavor that many women, myself included, find to be the most grueling, horrendous, 'suck any remnant of self-esteem out of you with the enthusiasm of a piranha' experience of one's adult, especially post-baby, life. yes, that's right, you guessed it - i'll be going swimsuit shopping tonight. i could attempt to describe the degree, the depth of my dismay over the necessity of this upcoming event but i just don't think i could do it justice; the english language simply does not contain an adequate term. and, of course, it isn't bad enough that things have never quite found their way back to their original location since the divine miss m arrived but now, i've gained 15 pounds in the last six months or so ... alas, i think perhaps i should drink first.

and i hope i don't forget my pillows. of all the things i might forget, i must be sure that those are securely placed into the vehicle prior to backing out of the drive. admittedly, i'm a pillow freak - i have to have them all around me when i sleep. not only are there never enough provided in hotels, no matter the star rating, but also, either i'm terribly spoiled to my own, or a comfortable hotel pillow simply does not exist ... i know, i know, i sound horrifyingly prissy!!

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