I've morphed back into a sulky teenage girl, except without the perky boobs.

What my boss says:
"Keely? Did you send that email to Jim? Did you make the revisions to the drawings for the hotel? Did you remember that they said blue, not beige? Can you forward me that email that I forwarded to you yesterday? I can't find it. Did you order that tempered glass for the hospital display? Are you sure that's the right size? Really, really sure? I don't remember you telling me you were gone next week, are you sure you told me?"

What I think:
I wonder if I should take my DSLR to BlogHer, or just my point & shoot? I wonder if that dress is still on sale? I hope hubby remembered to take out the recycling. I wonder of the Home Depot people will know if 3/4" plywood over the windows will be good enough to hold off zombies, or if I should spring for the 1"?

What I say:
"Yes."

What my boss says, 20 minutes later:
"Keely? Did I ask you to send that email to Jim? Did you make the revisions to the drawings for the hotel? They said blue, right, not beige? Did you forward me that email that I forwarded to you yesterday yet? I can't find it. Did you say you ordered that tempered glass for the hospital display? I'm sure that's the wrong size. When are you gone again, the 4th?"

What I think:
Should I go to the Mouthy Housewives Happy Hour, or will I be afraid to leave the hotel? I have to remember my damn phone charger. I wonder if FoN wants to go for sushi today? Where did I put that flask of scotch?

What I say:
"Yes."

What my boss says, another 20 minutes later:
"Keely? Did you send that email to Jim yet? Did you see this list of revisions to the drawings for the hotel? They say blue, not beige. I still can't find that email, did you forward it to me? Do you have the work order for that tempered glass for the hospital display? Are you sure that's the right size? Really, really sure? Wait, you're gone next week?"

What I think:
I should probably make a list so I don't forget my passport, or anything. I wonder what my kid is doing right now? Seriously, can NOT forget my passport. Heh, that post by Mrsbear is hilarious. I wonder if anybody would notice if I stabbed this stylus into my forearm?

What I say:
"I said yes! God!"

What I think, 10 minutes later:
Wait, was I supposed to email Jim or John?