Hi Epic!

I've never really had any problems with my eyes. Sorry, Deena.

the wedding of doom

Is that their description or yours?

Huh. I found black with silver detail. What style? Pumps, slingbacks, platform, sandal-ish, spike?

Nora, you're wicked smart and we adore you. Alas, I have no more apropos comments to make.

So my new boss is nice and I like her. However...

This morning I went into her office and inquired about the man in the photos she had out. Her husband of 20 years. And then she said, "And these are my babies..." in a baby talk voice and pointed out the pictures of her cats. And then she showed me her sleeping yet animatronic cat on her desk, which she insisted was a great stress relief. I thought she just meant that stroking the fur felt nice, but it actually starts to stir in its sleep and breathes in and out like a sleeping cat.

This week has sucked like an entire battalion of whores. Plus side, my friend Betty is back in town for the day and I will meet with her for lunch where we will have many oysters. Then JZ and Emmett and I will go see the wererabbit.

Hi Nicole!

Oh, yeah, other than actually having had wrinkled contacts in my eye, I haven't had that experience, Deena. And the fix for that (taking the contact out), I really don't recommend for the cornea.

Nora, you're not. Also, clearly must present a very together-seeming persona - or the actual stupid ones would stop coming to you for answers. Right?

Hec, I actually own two cats. And that story creeped me out.

Nicole - my description. It is my cousin, he is 24, I think, and the bride is 34. I don't like her. I tried, but I don't.

I have a blue dress and need to jazz it up with some kicky heels. I've been looking at pumps, sling-backs, ankle-straps...open to anything, really. I want to be able to walk in them, so no serious spikes. Now, Spike would be a great accessory....

I want some eye candy. All I've got is Nick, and he doesn't count.

It's always disconcerting when the young hotties are related to you, ie, Kenny should not look all tall and sleepy and cute around me, especially in that dark green sweater of his and messy hair.

Stomach still kind of wonky...okay, stomach, YOU MUST CHILL! Now picturing Lloyd rubbing my stomach...well, that makes the rest of me better, if not the tum. I was supposed to get a haircut today, too. Hec, total cat lover, and the fake cat at work? Wack. But I can't snark as much as I would like as I'm very superstitious about Simon's autograph being the source of my hardboiled mojo.

Animatronic cat = creepy desk toy. And creepy in any other place, too, I imagine.

And then she showed me her sleeping yet animatronic cat on her desk, which she insisted was a great stress relief. I thought she just meant that stroking the fur felt nice, but it actually starts to stir in its sleep and breathes in and out like a sleeping cat.

Oh, that sounds nice to me. All the pleasure of a cat at the office without the need for a litter box or a food bowl or listening to endless "Meers!" of boredom.