Staying home to watch Buffy sounds lovely, beth.

The fact that there's a named storm already is freaking me out a little. And I know there's no way it's gonna affect me directly, but tell that to the dread, it doesn't care.

Vermin are no fun, and there's really no way to guarantee not having them in some form. Here's hoping they leave you alone for a while, vw. And congratulations on the loan, if I didn't say so before!

You turned down Prince? JZ, JZ, JZ...

It was totally Hec's fault.

Did I tell you guys about the time there were ants in my Pasta Roni? That was fun.

Isn't it, though? I have horrid vivid memories of one Saturday morning shortly after our parents' divorce, at our dad's bachelor apartment in Alameda (I think there was a state law in the '70s that all newly divorced dads had to move to single-people apartment complexes in Alameda), about to dig into a bowl of cereal and realizing that (whitefonted for extreme grossness) the entire bowl was squirming because the cereal box had been infested with earwigs, who'd been lying around quietly until assaulted with milk.

Then there were the packets of hot cocoa with marshmallows at a friend's house that we realized belatedly weren't supposed to have marshmallows, but the less said about that incident, the better.

t snuggles -t

t gropishly

-t, is it early in the season to have a named storm?

(I can never remember when hurrican season starts -- but tornado season starts in March - more or less.)

Application ~ma, sj!

I seem to be under consideration for an underwriting position. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I'ma give a tiny yay, just in case, -t.

I just got up from a nap, went to fix myself some lunch, and found Toto's food dish (and the area around it) swarming with ants.

Blech. Ants = teh nast. Annoying little bastards.

Did you find them before or after you took a bite? Because if it's before, I can top that story...

Most definitely before. I poured the pasta into the skillet and, hey, ANTS! There goes my dinner. Bye bye, chicken breast that I was proud of cooking.

JZ: EW.

sj, lots of application ~ma.

My DH and I are not in agreement about ants. He likes to politely put them outside and I prefer to visit death upon them. We horrify each other with our approaches.

I just want to say, Perkins ROCKS! She did part of my work for me last night and it was all waiting for me this morning so I could zap it off to the professor and look good.

In not so great job news, there seems to have been, yet again, behind-the-scenes action that favors the Big Boss' best friend. It is particularly annoying since I asked the Big Boss yesterday to make a phone call for me that would magically help me arrange for classroom scheduling next semester and she refused.

Heh, JZ, your cereal story is almost as bad as mine. On the plus side, ants rather than earwigs (which I find appallingly nasty critters); on the minus, among other things, the formic acid in ants makes them taste REALLY nasty, even with a sugar coated cereal. Yes, that's how I noticed them.

I *shudder* to think what my reaction would have been if they had been earwigs.

-t, is it early in the season to have a named storm?

Not really. Late April/early May for hurricanes.

studiously ignorning the disturbing food talk