stephanie is: 
sleepy…
i am off to bed now… waking up for work tomorrow at 5am. only 2 more days to go in my 6-day work week.
tomorrow is my boyfriend charlie’s birthday. his mommy called today just as i was walking by the front desk and asked the manager if it was okay for her to bring his birthday cake by at 3pm. she said “oh, no! stephanie gets off work at 3!”. charlie’s mommy asked if i’d be willing to stay a bit longer. hehe, of course i will! i am sad cause i never get scheduled in the room he is in anymore. today, every time i passed the window he was standing the smiling. and when his group was being taken out for a potty break before naptime he was lagging behind. he saw me come around the corner and his butt went all wiggly and he gave me kisses. i miss my boy! i let his brother go outside with him – that makes charlie happy. so tomorrow i get to feel like a dork and give his mom the portrait i made of him. i also have some treats for charlie.
when i was at the pet store on my way home getting bunny food and a couple more treats for charlie’s bag, i bumped into a toy for india, literally. i was digging though treat packages on the bottom shelf and something kept talking to me. i finally found that it was a ball that talked when you moved it. i recently discovered that she gets insanely happy from toys that talk to her, but i had only found stuffed toys up until today. she always accidentally breaks the voice boxes of the stuffed ones with her rottweiler jaws of doom ™. the ball was covered in rubber so i get the smaller size one to try out (they only had one of the big size left and it was the one that the batteries were getting drained in). i couldn’t give it to her until danny woke up because of the noise, but she was soooo happy when i did. it didn’t leave her mouth unless we asked her to drop it. she was rolling around on her back with it in her mouth saying “oh no! you got me! errrrrrrrr!”. but after only a couple of hours the poor ball died. danny threw it hard on the floor – thinking it bounced. it did, kinda… but it also crunched and stopped talking. poo dog has been laying beside the dead ball for hours looking sad. poor poo dog. she says she will gladly accept talking balls for her birthday (a week ago).
here is a little meme started by 
persis: the last 10 calls made from my cell phone:
1. contract employer
2. voicemail
3. brother-in-law (who didn’t notice i was standing beside him at the time) while in cali…
4. justj from venice beach to see where we were meeting…
5. voicemail
7. danny
6. dad
7. danny
8. work
10. radio station to request a song by led zeppelin
okay, gonna herd everyone upstairs and get a little sleep.