This morning as I was walking up the stairs to my office, I spotted CuteBoy, who is always hanging around in the front office with the secretary (maybe I should begin to rethink this little bit of information). Of course, the brain power that allowed me to think "ohhhh....there is CuteBoy" made my being able to walk up the stairs like a normal person impossible. See, usually a person takes the stairs one at a time, or even two at a time if they are really spry. But it seems that the sight of CuteBoy made me try and take the steps FOUR at a time. So there I am, with my right leg extended up and out as far as is humanly possible, trying to drag the other half of my body up the steps, all the while trying to keep my purse on my shoulder while juggling my morning coffee and muffin. Graceful I was not. Impressionable? You wouldn't believe it. OMG the embarrassment.