Why aren't people entertaining me?

t dances a jig

know I was freaky paranoid there before, but A) I know there's such a thing as a lethal food allergy, and B) I've never been around someone in the throes of one, so I don't have intimate familiarity with the danger signs. I didn't want to freak out, which is why I dealt calmly with Annabel, but I also didn't want to blow off something potentially dangerous.

Not freaky paranoid at all. You figured out the likely suspect, took care of that problem, and went looking for more information while monitoring Annabel. I can't think of a better way of handling the situation.

t claps

(Do you think that would work on people here in the office?)

(because being able to make them dance at my whim would be really cool)

(not that I would ever do something like that)

Why aren't people entertaining me?

A guy walks into a bar with a tiny piano under one arm, and a paper bag under the other....

Wm. H. Arpaia & The Jerrymanders: Listen, Mister Hat

Someone really should get a copy of this to Trey and Matt somehow.

shakes fist at Teppy for stealing "Octopus woman..." for her tagline

Why aren't people entertaining me?

Fine.

Subject: Poor Choices For Bond Movie Themes

First two nominees:

• "That's When I Reach For My Revolver," Mission of Burma
• "Don't Take Your Guns To Town," Johnny Cash

But it does mean the hummus is MINE, ALL MINE!!!!

Yup. He said we could try hummus again in a few months, and though it's probably the chickpeas that did it, we should avoid giving her olive oil or garlic for a day or two, too, and watch her carefully next time we do. Which means she can't have the leftover chicken thighs.

Visited another daycare this a.m. It's a good $200/month cheaper than the first place we looked at, and I liked it better. Less chi-chi and touchy-feely, but bigger classrooms for the same number of children, a bigger playground, and they feed the kids breakfast, lunch, and a snack (the other place fed snacks, but the kids are supposed to breakfast at home and bring a sack lunch). They teach Spanish starting from preschool and generally focus on school readiness. They even have space in the toddler room as of now, though who knows if that'll be the case once I get a job.

In five minutes I leave to pick up, among other things, carrot cake.

This pleases me greatly.

(because being able to make them dance at my whim would be really cool)

I think if I asked my manager just right, he'd do a wee jig for me. Of course, I'd have to bring him Krispy Kreme donuts for the following week.

Might be worth it.

shakes fist at Teppy for stealing "Octopus woman..." for her tagline

t victory dance in celebration of my swiftness