Head not in the game here...

So I went in to work all dressed to work out as soon as I got off the air. Remember how I thought all day Wednesday was Tuesday? Well, my workout that I thought was today is actually tomorrow. What is going inside my head??? So I sat there at my house in my little workout pants, getting all frustrated because he was 10 minutes later. Finally looked at my planner and saw I had the date wrong. So I ate a big bowl of soup and a mini Reese's thingie left over from Emma Kelly's birthday party and then tried to take a nap. Oh...you thought I'd go ahead and get a workout in because I was dressed and mentally prepared for it all morning long? Uh, no.

The nap wasn't quite successful, so I got up and got ready for our afternoon interview with Owl City. That proved to be equally unsuccessful. So a few of us from the show went over to Al's hangout -- Primo's -- to get something to eat. Sure, I was tempted to have an adult beverage, but I abstained. I ate enough empty calories in chips and salsa that I couldn't justify taking in even more empty calories. So after eating and discussing all sorts of inappropriate things with Al and J-Si, Al decided to walk me two doors down to a new place called the Patio Grill so I could meet the manager. This guy reportedly hit on Melissa once, so -- being the matchmaker he is -- Al decided this would be the guy for me. So I not-so-happily follow him down there and the manager isn't there. But he recognizes a person sitting at a table with his wife and father-in-law, dumps me off on them, orders me a cosmo and leaves. I flat out told him I had to be home to get Emma Kelly from her dad, but it was in one ear and out the other. He made these three promise I would sit there and enjoy my cosmo and wait for him until he came back an hour later. Thankfully, the wife was on my side when it came to picking up my daughter on time sans alcohol on my breath, and once Al pulled away from valet, I was up and out of there, too. I appreciate what he tried to do, but there's got to be a better way than dumping me off with a table full of strangers.

So Haven bought a couple of Halloween costumes she's not going to use and passed them along to me. Should I be a pirate, a sorta-kinda Minnie Mouse, a 60s chick or a witch? I really don't want to dress up but I promised to emcee some costume contest Saturday night and I feel kind of obligated to participate on some level. Heaven forbid somebody think I'm a party pooper...

xo
Kellie