1. Ski week can suck it. Being a working mom during ski week makes me feel like a flight attendant. That damn bell is going off every 2 minutes. Ding. Ding. Ding. Except unlike a flight attendant I don't get paid, wear a freshly pressed uniform, or leave the house. Ding.
2. Contrary to what the above might suggest, my mojo was on point to day.
3. I clearly chose the right profession because I am obsessed with jewelry. I am still thinking about a necklace that I saw the other day, which inevitably means I will go back to the store to get it. The necklace was a gold eagle carrying a black diamond in its claws. Duh.
What did you learn today?