Things I'm not so much loving this week

• I met Casey's wife, Lisa, at the company Christmas party.  She seems really funny and nice enough, but now I am convinced that she thinks I am a big dork.  We were all laughing about old Christmas specials, I said something about being able to recite them because of the age of my kids (9, 6.5 and 4.5, in case you're keeping track).  She got a horrified look on her face and said "That's way too many kids under the age of 10!  I'm so thankful that mine is 27 and only drops by for visits!" 
• During said Christmas party (sorry, Holiday party) conversation, I mentioned my annual baking fest, and how I take a day off to make a gazillion cookies and such.  Upon hearing how many people get their own batches to take home (as opposed to just feeding from the massive tray I put in a central location), she said I should send some home with Casey.  So, imagine my surprise when I dropped the container off at Casey's desk, only to have one of the other sales team people tell me that Casey and Lisa do not partake of sweets.  So I don't know if I totally missed the social cue, in which case I should take the cookies back before Casey comes in the office, or whether our co-worker was off-base, in which case taking the cookies back would look like I was promising my famous triple-chip cookies and not delivering.
• My boss sent me edits to a rules and regs document, but the version she used looks to me as though it was not the most current (i.e., it was the version from October '06, and we made a subsequent set of edits in June '07).  I took her edits and incorporated them into what I think is the right version, and saved it in its appopriate network drive with a filename extension so as not to overwrite the version she had saved, make sure that all of the applicable permutations of the document (i.e., the October '06, June '07 and December '07) are all saved in the same subdirectory with the proper filename conventions.  And I emailed her my revised version.  I didn't say anything derogatory or anything, just "I think your edits may have been to the October version, so I pulled the June and added the most recent changes.  I'll do another comparison of the documents to make sure I didn't miss any of the edits," but still- having to tell my boss (the second highest ranking member of our organization) that she goofed is not fun.
• We are going to my mother's house on Saturday, since it is her birthday as well as a perfect opportunity to do exchanges of presents and see the light show at the park near her house.  My sister just emailed me to pin down a time for presents, dinner and lights, since as the mom of the little ones, I am the one to determine how late is too late to be up and whether gifts can be put aside to eat without anyone having a meltdown and how early can be realistically be at the house to see the 'rents/g'rents after having done what needs done at home in terms of grocery shopping and house cleaning and the like.  Fabulous, one more thing for me to try to figure out, and one more thing for everyone to question my judgement once I do come up with a schedule!
• My pants are chapping my ass.  "Why do you dislike the pants, Dana?" you may ask.  I don't dislike the pants at all, actually.  They're a nice grey shade, with a bit of brown and off-white in the pinstriping.  Wide legged, quite flattering.  But I have really really dry skin.  And no matter how much I try to combat it (tepid showers, moisturizing lotion, whatever), I spend most of the winter with very tender and red patches in various areas of my body.  And I have a thong on today, so the pants are rubbing against a couple of tender areas of my upper thigh and lower ass.  Everything else may be figuratively chapping my ass this week, but in the case of the pants, I'm being literal.