My three-year-old got a hold of my phone and pushed some buttons, and called the absolute last person on earth that I want to call right now. That mother****er is first alphabetically in my phone book, so of course out of all of my contacts, he's the one who got called. I shrieked and grabbed the phone and hit "end" as soon as I saw, so I just hope it doesn't show up as a missed call for him.
I hate that I have this stupid drama in my life. I'm 31 for Christ's sake, not 15.
In other sucky news, I gained about 5 lbs on my vacation.
And I have to attend a new faculty orientation at work Thursday and Friday, despite the fact that I've been working there full-time since January, and longer than that part-time. Boo!