Former Boss was great. The company sucked large balls. But she's with a different company now.

Ah, that's different. So, good thing? I think you're due.

libbykitty, I am so sorry about your church. Much ~ma to your whole community.

{{{Sail}}} Much ~ma to your family.

{{{Trudy}}} Feel better. Much ~ma to you.

{{{vw}}} A ton of feel better ~ma to you.

Aimee, I hope the job offer is extra fabulous.

Dave and I just went to go look at an apartment. We had an appointment. The guy I spoke to didn't show up, so I called him. He said he would send someone right over, but then he called me back a few minutes later to say no one could make it. So aggravating. I am really hating this apartment search. We now have an appointment to meet an agent on Friday who can take us to various rental properties. I hope that goes smoother.

So, I'm roasting...probably a side effect of the steroids. I'm attributing everything to that right now. It just seems to make the most sense. Because of this, I have the window open. Ah...I forgot how all of the wonderful smells from the restaurants downstairs waft up through the windows. It's making me hungry!

sj, our apartment search with an agent went UBER smoothly. We found an apartment and signed an agreement within six hours. I hope yours goes well.

threee slut

{{{{vw}}}} and yeah for the diflucan. I hope it works and does so quickly.

Trudy, I'm glad you stayed home. You know, I'll bet that if you're really sick tomorrow you don't have to go in then either. In fact, your coworkers might prefer that you don't.

I've just missed so much work lately.

I was out for a bereavment week for Gramma and Mimi.

Then a long-planned vacation.

Then a personal day last week to go see a grieving friend.

And now this sick day.

They really DO love me -- but love or not, on paper this is starting to look flaky.

I'll make myself go in tomorrow. If I have to leave early that should be fine.

They really DO love me -- but love or not, on paper this is starting to look flaky.

I get this. I totally do. You and me. We'll go back tomorrow.

So, I wrote this piece that I hope will end up being a chapter of my book on DBT. It's about how to use more than one skill at once to get through a difficult situation. So, the chapter is about the last month and dealing with all this health crap.

I titled it "There's Bacon Sizzling in My Vagina: Dealing with Life as it Comes, By Using the Skills You've Learned."

No, that's not the best part.

I sent it to my dad to read and comment on.

At work.

He hasn't gotten the e-mail yet.

It got flagged by their ISP as inappropriate.

He's so gonna kill me.

BWAHAHA! It always surprises me what the filters will let through and what they won't. So, do you know if they actually let it through, "flagged" it, or does that mean it totally blocked it?

editted for clarity.