Tell Jilli's and Jesse's demons to hush! And any other J-named buffistae demons as well.
Oh Burrell, that's so difficult. We've found most stomach bugs run their course pretty quickly.
He's been pretty happy all day, thanks. And he's eaten banana and saltines today, so he's not even starving although he tells me he wants a bean and cheese burrito and I'm a very mean mommy for depriving him. If none of the rest of us get it, we're good.
We've just been singing a few rousing choruses of "Row Row Row Your Boat."
I appear to have become the neighborhood nice lady to visit. T stopped by with her friend P and they talked for about half an hour.
Huhn.
Burrell, you need to do the "I'm a little teapot" with the "I'm not a teapot! I'm a sugar bowl" variant.
I am ridiculously happy with the knowledge that I have no work tomorrow. I just cleaned out a closet.
Clearly, Jilli and Jesse need to get better at saying LALALA, I can't hear you.
I just had the bestest meeting ever with my HereBossLady and the Admin assistants' boss. We spent 5 minutes talking about who should have to do something (answer: not me, so yay!), and then 15 minutes laughing over our cats. I even shared the picture of StonedOzzie with them.
Burrell, you need to do the "I'm a little teapot" with the "I'm not a teapot! I'm a sugar bowl" variant.
Except the version I was taught was"Goddamit, I'm a sugar bowl!"
Yes, my father was the one who taught it to me.
I can't wait to teach it to Princess Tickybox.
He's been pretty happy all day, thanks. And he's eaten banana and saltines today, so he's not even starving although he tells me he wants a bean and cheese burrito and I'm a very mean mommy for depriving him. If none of the rest of us get it, we're good.
Oh good. I'm also glad you're a very mean mommy, because I wouldn't bet any money on a bean and cheese burrity staying down.
My boss managed to get me some editing help for the next looming and evil deadline. Yay help. Help is good. However, I just had to run a meeting with the loaner editors, and send them a big e-mail with all the info they need to work on our stuff. I feel like I made all of it up, that I must have forgotten something very important, and they all know that I don't really know what I'm doing here.
Pfffft.
Where has all the testosterone gone?
t wanders through the thread with a Y branded on his forehead, wondering where he went wrong
Lee, that does sound like a good meeting.
Clearly, Jilli and Jesse need to get better at saying LALALA, I can't hear you.
Well, I just talked to my boss, and she said the massive brain-dump mail I sent to the loaner editors was Very Good. (Plus, she called them my minions!) So, the demons have quieted down.
Where has all the testosterone gone?
Um, everyone seems to think I'm a bloke, if that helps? Just pretend real hard.
