The first four things that come to mind:

I woke up at 5:30 this morning as Abbey crawled in between Kristi and me, sporting a 103+ degree fever and snoring like a badger stuck in a bear trap, and propped her head on my arm in the best possible spot to cut off circulation to my fingers, which she is very talented at. Kristi, as always, was the smart one: she got up and went to sleep in Abbey's bed.

I am now the proud owner of Notorious C.H.O. on CD. Yes, I'm still in lust with her. No, I don't know why yet.

I didn't organize the annual "pick the Oscars" contest at work this year because of the shadow of doubt that's been looming over my continued employment. Somehow, watching the awards ceremony loses some its luster when there aren't Valuable Prizes on the line.

I didn't win the eBay auction on the octave mandolin. Phooey.