Yesterday I decided that I needed to run into work and pick up my laptop for some training I wanted to finish before Monday.  We've been meaning to test out the new commuter rail anyway, so we got all dolled up and made an evening out of it.  Little H was being a bear, so we put her down for a second nap which meant we didn't actually get on the train until 7:30.

Downtown was packed!  Apparently there was a soccer game, a concert, and Pride Festival all going on at the same time.  We weren't there to mess around, though, so we had our fast food Chinese and ran to my building to pick up the computer. 

We passed Dan's ex-girlfriend weather girl on the sidewalk doing a report as we hurried to the train.  I didn't ever know her, but they were dating when I first met Dan so I have a slight jealous streak that rears its ugly head whenever I see her face on television.  An odd feeling came over me, with us all being in such close proximity.  For some reason, I wanted her to see us across the crowded sidewalk and think to herself, "Wow, Dan found a really hot woman.  She is so put together.  And their daughter is the most adorable thing I have ever seen.  He really lucked out that we didn't end up together."  Thankfully my more logical side reminded me that (a) I had sweet and sour sauce all over my pants thanks to my messy daughter and (b) my adorable daughter was possessed by demons because it was past her bedtime, so I quickly ducked behind a Trax schedule sign and hid out until our train came.  (Dan made me feel better by promising me that we could all get really pretty one Saturday morning and stalk the studio in hopes of "accidentally" running into her.)

Oh, did I mention that we missed the commuter rail that would take us home by two minutes so we had to wait another hour in the bus depot with my crazy sleep-deprived child?

We left home with this well-rested, well-behaved, curious little angel...

                                   

and we came back with this little mental case who had a breakdown in the middle of the train and (after she couldn't find mommy's purse readily available) grabbed her diaper bag and threw items, one-by-one, onto the floor and screamed at us anytime we got within two feet of her.  Sigh.