those are the very penguins which I have personally fed.

So it's your fault!

eyes Hec with suspicion.

So it's your fault!

I didn't feed them a sexually transmitted disease. Frozen fish only.

So far, I have made several business-related e-mails, eaten lunch, and washed the dishes/cleaned the kitchen. The smell is gone.

Next up, more ibuprofen for my sore throat, then a nap, then vaccum, clean overt bathroom filth, take a shower and clean my own personal filth. SA gets here at 7, or after. That's all doable by 7, right? Right.

(giant sigh of relief) Gawd, but a panel interview is a torturous experience. I think I managed to make sufficient eye contact with the interrogators interviewers. SO happy this one is over and that I'm once again clad in jeans, not pantyhose (HOW I hate pantyhose). Think I did pretty well, found out I'm one of six candidates and that one of those isn't especially well-qualified for the maintenance of address databases. Pick me! PICK MEEEEE!

You May All Be Jealous Now: I get to go to my sister's house and play with the teeny adorable baby kittens she's fostering for the local animal shelter. Pequop and Bubbles are 4 weeks old and have the tiny, fat and pointy tails that just slay me every time.

These poor things needed help. They had so many fleas their wash water turned the color of tomato soup, but now they are fluffy and clean and are busy learning how to play with the Giant Hand Monster.

Looks like tonsilitis or similar--kiddo has a sore throat. We're to treat her fever and keep an eye on her.

DH and one of his brothers had severe, recurrent tonsilitis as children until they had their tonsils out. My family is the opposite--my parents managed to raise four children born between 1953 and 1971 without a doctor ever so much as hinting at yanking our tonsils, which I get the impression is even more unusual than them raising four children who didn't need braces. (We may have time bombs for hearts and be a bit cancer-susceptible, but at least we have bombproof throats and straight teeth!) Looks like Annabel may be more of a W. than an S. in the throat department. Poor kiddo.

Poor thing. Hope she feels better soon.

Sorry, Susan. I hope it clears up soon.

Speaking of throats, mine is feeling kinda sore and I'm feeling kinda feverish. I'm hoping I'm not coming down with something, 'cause I'm supposed to see Mom this weekend (Mother's Day and all that) and sick folks visiting chemo patients is majorly contraindicated.

Plus, hurty, a bit.

Oh, poor Annabel! Hope she feels better soon.

I just sent off another resume. I think this one would be a really good fit. Here's to hearing back...

Much job~ma, vw!

Much get-well~ma, Annabel!

WARNING: EXTREME CUTENESS AHEAD!!

Outside at last. Hey what's that over there!?! I found a leaf; it's the best leaf ever. Yay! Stick! The end.