Obsessed with my own blog

I maybe shouldn't have put all those pictures of my new baby niece up, because now, every few minutes, I keep logging in to look at how cute she is. Very distracting. I love the one of her with her eyes open when she's looking at you like "Quit making me pose for these pictures". And I love the one where she is looking RIGHT at you, like she's thinking "Hi, I'm Sophia! I can't wait to meet you, Aunt Elliottpreciouspants!". And then I love the one where she's hanging out with her brother, and he's looking all disgusted at the prospect of sharing his dad with this girl. Oh! And I like the one where she is bonding with her mom. Awww. And the ones where she is bonding with her Uncle Cha-chi, and her grandma and her grandpa. Awww. And I love the one where Ben is counting her toes!!! Oh! How precious!

*sigh*. I should probably do my expense report. I really want to get it done before I leave today. My toe is feeling pretty good, and I plan to hit the gym before I go home. My super awesome step teacher, Mark, is teaching a power hour class at 6, and I plan to attend it. If it hurts my toe, well, then I will just lift weights. Really the only place the toe hurts is where he gave me the shots. Those needle stick sites are really black and blue and a little swollen.

I think I will talk Kevin into coming to the gym with me. He'll probably whine, but you know--it's good for him. I want to keep him around for a few years, and with his love of watching football on TV, drinking beer, eating hot wings from hooters, and also eating reese's peanut butter cups and doritos by the pound, he needs more than sex to keep him in shape.

By the way, sex doesn't burn the calories that everyone claims it does. I have the bodybugg thing now, and I see how many calories sex burns. Honestly, unless other people are having sex while jogging on treadmills or something--I was unpleasantly surprised at how many calories sex burns. You burn more cleaning the bathtub.