So this afternoon, after I left work the first time, I got an reply email to an email I sent out on Friday to one of the partners', saying (nicely) that she thought I was wrong about something. I wasn;t sure if I was or not, and I didn't want it hanging over my head all weekend, so I went back after I dropped JZ off, and spent 10 minutes finding out that I wasn't wrong.

Yay!

did you send her a neener neener neener email?

Not really. I'm hoping I get to send it to someone else on Monday.

But I do have to try.

Reminds me, I should go re-med myself. I hate feeling dopey but the alternative is worse, so I will med up.

Pout! I still can't see the PR videos, even with the plug in Tom linked to this morning.

OMG RIO! PUPPY IS SOOO CUTE!

Did you name him Vagina Bojangler?

It is craziness, msbelle. Not risking my life craziness, but I find I can't process stress well. And the tests are all about stress. I hate who this has made me, I really do. I am emptied.

A link from the LJ of she-who-named-us: 'Buffy' Fight May Have Slain Two Networks on the Edge.

I need to ice, order food, and take an epsom salt bath.

The degree to which I never want to move again is remarkable.

Hey peeps! Halloooo!

Today we tested the limits of toddler naplessness. We also taught Franny and her friend how to roll down hills. It went surprisingly well, all things considered.

I've decided my life needs more child-free time. We only get a couple of dates a year. But Alibelle is going to come over tomorrow and try out the babysitting.

I need to ice, order food, and take an epsom salt bath.

These all sound like good things.

I hate who this has made me, I really do. I am emptied.

The degree to which I never want to move again is remarkable.

These don't. How many hour of testing do yyou have tomorrow?

Oh ita! I thought the testing started tomorrow. Poor you.