Ouch Aimee! Itty bitty frozen kisses to make it better.

Mmmm cookies!

{{Gud}} I hope you are able to have productive communication while smelling the roses this weekend.

So, Crush!Girl definitely likes me.

Yay! I am sympathetic to the conflicts, but enjoy the moment.

{{Nora}} I hope you get a nap before more drama.

All of my nails are splitting, and I can't tell if it's because of (a) stress (b) lack of [insert nutrient here] in my diet, or (c) bad reaction to the cheap nail polish I'm wearing. Most likely a combination of all three.

The same damn thing has happened to me. Like suddenly. I don’t know what is up. My only clue is that I have been very negligent in taking my vitamins the last couple months.

I sincerely believe in Flying Spaghetti Monsterism.

No you don't. You're insincere, and not only will the FSM pass you by, but the Great Pumpkin as well.

Also, I'm with Laura on the flirting. And have, in fact, flirted with Laura, which is good sexy fun. I recommend it. We should have a flirt with Laura day. It'll cheer everybody up, ease the cramps, cause Nora to have a restorative nap and speed the relief to the Gulf Coast.

We don't need to have a flirt with meara day, however, since every day is flirt with meara day. Even when she's not trying.

Jen will be happy to know that Atheism is also covered under the religious protection.

t does atheistic burnt toast impersonation

does atheistic burnt toast impersonation

Is that like chopped liver? You believe in all kinds of whackadoodle stuff. Free speech, gaming, haute cuisine...

aw bugger.

I just got caught in an office catnap by craxydum cow-orker.

I have never napped here before though, and I really needed a little shut eye.

You believe in all kinds of whackadoodle stuff. Free speech, gaming, haute cuisine...

It's not that I believe in those things, so much as I'm too lazy to strenuously question their existence.

flirts with Hec

In other mememe news. An odd and somewhat flattering thing happened. After I wrote my letter to the editor I received a couple calls on my home phone number from some newspaper guy. My phone number wasn’t published, bit I’m listed. Anyway, I called him back. He was calling to invite me to submit opinions, or other types of articles for his online news service. We talked for some time. Well, that was certainly unexpected.

Good one, Hec. The funny part is, I don't know the rules all that well...I may be getting discriminated against right and, well, probably just right, although maybe by clueless granolas, too. If I were not a Bitch, I would not know how to flirt with anyone...it's not considered a daily-living skill, though, God knows why. (light slowly dawns) Oh! That's the dress code question my brother came off as too conservative on in his HRC candidate questionnaire...I didn't understand. I thought they meant shirts like "I'm Not Gay But My Boyfriend Is" so kind of didn't understand the heartburn, either way. I suspect I might have answered differently from him, though.

I sincerely believe in Flying Spaghetti Monsterism.

No you don't. You're insincere, and not only will the FSM pass you by, but the Great Pumpkin as well.

Crap. Hec totally sees through my insincere parody-religious beliefs.

::cancels order for pirate costume::

Hey, in my religion, Friday is a Holy Day. We've even got published scriptures!

Hail, Eris! May your hot dogs be without buns! All hail Discordia!