You know, I was already all schmoopy from the fabulous Zmayhem baby worm news, when I came across this:
last night she started petting my hair and saying "Kitty!" (Apparently things she likes are kitties.) I looked at her and said "Meow!" She meowed back, and giggled. You have no idea of the level of cuteness bomb this is.
Oof.
I have every intention of getting Tickybox a t-shirt that reads
'Weapons-Grade Cute'.
Cuties, cuties, cuties! Too many cuties!
Also, evil, evil, evil. That's what not being able to take your allergy medicine is. (I have allergy testing tomorrow and can't take it for five days previously. It must have just finally worked its way out of my system, 'cause I'm all sniffly and miserable.)
Go Hec and JZ. Yay for Halloweenie.
So, our new co-worker started today. She's really quiet. I'm kinda freaking out.
Show her some porn. That should loosen her up.
Considering that I rarely drink coffee, there are way the hell too many coffee-splatters on my monitor.