Choices.... choices....

This morning, sleep has fled. As quiet as I can, making coffee in the kitchen. I hear a small noise behind me. "'morning Opa" in a small voice from a small body.
Awe crap.... the three year old minion from hell has escaped her cage and sought me out.

Quickly thinking, or perhaps just reacting in terror at the thought of spending my next two hours entertaining a carpet shark, I whispered "Little girl, you need to go back to bed right now! Its not time to get up. I'm just making coffee for Santa. He's upstairs right now, and we are going over his list to decide who's nice. He better not hear you out of bed!"

Scamper scamper scamper thunk.....

Damn, that worked good!

Now, about choices...... I was attending a trade show yesterday, which should have kept me happily occupied till late hours. Turns out I was able to tour it in twenty minutes, said Hi to about a dozen people I know... and thats it.
The choice was this.... hit the highway for home early and avoid several hours of asinine rush hour traffic, or slide my butt over to the gun show I discovered was also being held at the convention center!

I made the only logical choice..... I am going back today to spend all day at the gun show! (and some industry update seminars....)