My husband left me a message this morning.

"I lost my wedding band down an elevator shaft".

Apparently, after changing back into his suit (out of the scrubs), the ring came off or something and rolled down the elevator shaft. It sent me into fits of laughter.

Secondly, looked at another preschool this morning. Some things to note:

1. The lady next to me stunk BAD. Ever hear of washing yourself? Just curious. It's a new trend; it's called SOAP.

2. When the Director of Admissions tells you to turn off your cell phones or put them on vibrate as not to disturb the kids, DO IT. And after it rings the FIRST time out of FIVE TIMES, get a fucking clue already.

3. To the little girl who came up during her class and shook my hand and told me all about her dad going to Europe, how she's 4 now, and something about a pig? You were too sweet for words.

This preschool tour thing? ARRRRRRRRGH! My god. It shouldn't be this stressful!