-- I don't remember what her name is, but I've been seeing a whole lot of Cabbage Patch girl's butt lately. Alexis figured out that she came with a diaper beneath all of her clothing and has been spending her every spare moment changing that poor doll. I say "poor doll" because apparently she's got more problems than just the tattoo of her ex-boyfriend's name on her rear (Or was Xavier Roberts their Dad? Either way, CREEPY!). All Alexis says while changing her is "baby pooped" or "poop" or "pooping." She must have eaten some really bad Mexican.

-- The world can stop calling me with interview requests and job offers now. It's all good. At last count I already had one job too many. But thanks.

-- I suffered through the torture that is a haircut and highlights earlier today. "Torture" because the little girl that did it was really chatty and I wasn't in the mood for small talk after a challenging day of trying to pretend to be interested in anything that my current boss was saying (How do you not yawn when talking about boats? I mean, really. Boats. If you have any idea, let me know. I could use some help here). BTW, is it just me, or do hairdressers stay the same age forever? I mean, I know I'm getting older (and I'm totally OK with it). But it seems to me that despite the fact that I'm getting older, hairdressers never do. Is there some sort of forced retirement for them at the age of 30? Are their cosmetology licenses revoked if they are old enough to who was President before the current President?

-- We start a mini vacation in about 20 hours. Not that we are counting or anything. And for those of you that have been wondering, yes, we will be spending that mini vacation in Indianapolis. Get ready Grandparents, here comes your girl. Just don't forget, she's a package deal. If you want Alexis, you have to take this one too.