This month has been so insane that I've started writing stuff like "hid v-day treats for kids in bedroom closet" on my calendar. There's no way I can remember that stuff. My brain is full and I'm making stupid decisions. At some point I even volunteered to make baklava for Skyler's school Greek celebration. Baklava? What the frack was I thinking? I have no idea how to make baklava. I don't like making dinner. Baklava? Anyone?