I got to squawk fuckfuckFUCK this morning at 7:07 am. Hrm. Maybe not that entertaining. Unless you realize it was accompanied by the ohshitmousie dance and Devi was actually carrying a neon green fake mouse while she warbled around the living room.

I bought the neon colored mice for a reason. Apparently, I'm not bright enough at 7:07 to figure out live mice don't come in neon green.

Could have been a punk mouse, sarameg. Best to not take chances and do the dance.

Ah. This morning's wake-up call was brought to you by the Seabiscuit's grand discovery that he now possesses a herd of cattle, and where would I like him to put them. They're gone now, and he is bereft, and clearly blames me for lacking definitive action leading to their departure.

But it wasn't mice, of any musical persuasion.

Could have been a gene-altered mousie, too. Some of them glow in the dark....

Sorry on the MIA this morning (not really very). My TiVo had some channel-changing issues last night and recorded an episode of Pee-Wee's Playhouse instead of TDS, so I watched it instead. Perhaps a little too brain-altering for first thing in the morning.

Today at work, first big presentation of the Big Application for the actual users so we're fast working on a lot of little niggly details like column headings and putting asterisks in front of the tags of the required fields.

For ita, a new review of Eureka: [link]

Man, Liese, you took away his cows?! Just cruel.

Jars, an English 10 or 12 is an American 8 or 10. An American 4 is roughly an English 6.

Kat, clearly in your case the size is the more relevant measure than the BMI. You are not overweight, you are overmuscled!

Speaking of weight/food issues, here's mine. I have a hard time these days gauging my hunger. I can't tell if I'm really hungry and should eat, or if I just haven't adjusted back down to not-nursing level of caloric intake. IN which case I shouldn't eat, right? It's weird. I've always trusted my body's hunger.

Burrell and kat I have seen with my own eyes, and though I haven't seen Jars, I shall include her in my general thought that the BMI is stooo-pid.

ION, this has been the week of money-sucking. My car's radiator cracked and has to be replaced and the dentist told me yesterday (after 3 hours in the chair) that all the stuff that needs to get done is going to be $5,000--and this is after insurance. I went for the $2,800 just-fix-the-obvious-and-we'll-do-the-rest-someday route. It'll take a year to pay off that amount, so any more is just crazy. Sadly, this means that the plans to have a fancy little party for my 50th with servers and an open bar and stuff have been scaled back to a regular old we-do-the-work little party. No matter--the BF was more into making it be all fancy than I was. I figure we'll have friends and food and merriment, so it'll be fabulous.

Yikes, Robin! Maybe you can have a Fancy Party for 51...