Keeping charged up. . . .

I feel like I have become a servant to my gadgets, each with its own charger: the bluetooth headset and its charger/case was out in the car,buried under stuff on my front seat, the charger cord in my backpack; the GPS at the moment only has the car charger - which made it a challenge when Thea wanted her DVD player's charger plugged in to watch movies on the way to Oma's last weekend but one day it may have its own wall charger; the cell phone in my purse, charger upstairs on my dresser in the GPS's box (don't ask), the PDA with its cradle on the computer. And the camera has its charger, and its batteries have a charger as well. Right now, after a ten-minute traipse through the house and out to the car to play the technology matching game, all my elecctronic children are plugged into their chargers.

One day I'd love to have the cell phone, GPS and PDA all in one versus the current juggling act.

Meanwhile, I've got to get the ingredients to bake Nestle Tollhouse cookies for our adoption group gathering tomorrow so it doesn't become a midnight baking project.