Word of the Day: sumptuous Patrick's haircut is growing out, thank goodness. It's more bearable to look at. He's so funny, though. At the table, he picked who sits where. He'll sit in his booster seat and point to a chair and say, 'Daddy's chair.' So if I sit in that chair, he says, 'No, Mommy, that's Daddy's chair!' Even our toothbrushes go in specific holes in the little holder. So when I got off work last Wednesday, JD was waiting in the car for me. He said Laura had Patrick until five thirty or six, so we had some time to ourselves. We went home, knocked the boots, changed, and went out to the Olive Garden, which was uuuuuber crappy. Our Olive Garden just opened up in January, I think, and it's always packed, but I don't know why becuase it was really crappy. The only good thing was the Venetian Sunrise, a drink with Martini & Rossi Asti spumanti, pineapple juice and cherry juice, rather like a tequila sunrise but tastier. Mmmmmm, it was tasty. JD and I had really nice conversation without Patrick distracting us, which hasn't happened in a long time. I had such a good time, I forgot Lost was coming on later that evening. And was it ever an awesome episode. All in all, the berfday was good. I've been knitting up a storm lately. I've got pictures, albeit very bad pictures, of my projects. When I finished my bag, I started flipping out. JD probably thought I was being silly, but I'm just very proud of myself. Both JD and my mother have told me that they're surprised that I've stuck with this knitting thing. I don't know why they're so surprised. When I decide to do something, I do it. Granted, I might get pissed off and frustrated and angry, but I'll do it. Like NaNoWriMo last year--I said I was going to win it, and even though I came thisclose to quitting numerous times throughout the month, I didn't. And knitting is so much fun. Work sucks, but I'll have to complain about that later. Right now, Patrick's making a mountain out of our cushions and is trying to climb them and then slide down them. It's like he's asking to go to the hospital. Ta.