Erika!
Man, you had the cool clothes F2F. I was jealous. I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to you much. I'm afraid I was attacked by the shy bug... which is just crazy, I know, but there you go.
Also, while I'm here:
{{{Beej}}}
Cindy, I hope the mood has gone with the ice cream.
GC, gorgeous baby neice and I'm glad you got coffee
Chocolate is always good, except in toothpaste.
That's all I can think of, except that Kara is now dancing like Buffy in OMWF. She's pretty good.
Beej, I hope the tests will lead to an end of all the health yuckiness. I also hope that you thwack the fella on the side of his head.
Em was unbelievably cute and elfin and well-behaved.
I just bought ice cream and orange juice to fight the F2F ick. It felt like an expedition up Everest. I am sick, sick, sick.
t /whine
Damn. Ice cream and orange juice. That's what we should have for dinner.
I have to go back to the jury room in like 10 minutes. Yuck. Good news is that it's only a few miles from home so I came home for lunch.
I feel like I have a hangover. Must be a sleep hangover, because I finally got several hours in a row, except for a brief interlude in which I answered the phone, and the guy needed to leave a message for Daniel, and I was utterly incapable of finding my butt with both hands let alone my glasses or a pen. He offered to call back and leave a message on the machine, and that worked out.
There is much need for punctuation here today - all around - {{{{{{{{Bitches}}}}}}}}}} Sorry I gronk mightilly and am no more capable of a meara than I am of taking a message.
Buffistas are good for the soul - in case anyone ever doubted.
Today is my first day back at work and I'm having a worse time switching gears back into work mode than I did after my Spring Training vacation.
I'm still basking in the memories, or at least the ones I remember (hush).
I am trying to figure out if it is possible to drive and nap at the same time. really, I can't complain, because I am just going back to work for the first time , but still....