Sounds like that disaster is well in progress, actually. Yikes.

Oh yeah, but the still occupying the same premises seems like an extra bad thing.

I would find it... confusing at best, I think. Yikes.

We're starting to prep the rest of the house for when we let loose the kitties in the very near future.

Let loose the kitties of war! t mew! pounce!

ARGH. So annoyed at myself. There were these "Dyke Day Afternoon" short films being shown today, and I really wanted to go--I love short films, and never get to see them except at the festivals and stuff. And they were showing at 3pm. Except somehow in my brain I was all "OK, so I want to be there half an hour early...3:30". And at 2:45pm, just as I was thinking "OK, so I need to leave in half an hour" I realized that it started at 3pm, and DANG. (I'd just put hairdye on, so I couldn't book out of the house early, see....)

ARGH.

Frankly, it's a little creepy they wouldn't let her go to the office to update the contact information.

It likely wouldn't have been the case during the normal school year. This is summer school and the office probably wasn't even open first thing in the morning when she was dropping him off. She no doubt saw it differently than the teacher did.

Sorry about the time mess up meara. I hate when I do stuff like that.

Emeline is high-larious.

She had a crayon in her hand and was walking behind me into the living room. She stopped and was quiet for about 2 seconds and turned around and she was coloring on the wall. Again.

"NO!" I said quite firmly and loudly. And she jumped alittle and scampered off into the living room where she started coloring on her paper, with aprehensive looks over her shoulder at me.

The pirate band has a Myspace page [link] , there's sound, it's one of their new songs, which is not work safe! If you scroll down there are two pictures of me, I'm wearing the tiara.

The woman in the band, Gillian, made her own bloomers.

Blech. It is hot, hot, hot outside here.

I have to go look at another apartment in a while, and I just don't want to leave the apartment. It's cool in the apartment. It's hot outside. Whoooooey!

It's cool on the first two floors here, but hot on the third floor, where the computer is. So, I'll be here sparingly.

~ma to Zenkitty and her family. I'm so very, very, sorry.

PC, just so you know, working 12 days straight generally tends to make work less productive due to exhaustion, not more, so don't beat yourself up for lack of awesomeness, curse your employers for creating a situation where you need to work 12 days straight.

Happy father's day, Hec, Gud, and the other Buffista dads.

I worked yesterday morning, then Tom and I went to Pandemonium and also FINALLY found the One True Outdoor Table at a hippie sustainable planet store called Ten Thousand Villages. It is bamboo, neither too big or too small, and $50. Perfecto!

Then to CT. yada, yada yada, I just got home not too long ago from dropping Tom off at the airport. He will be in Jacksonville all week. I have compensated by buying the most typical comfort foods imaginable- potatoes (in raw form), premade mac & cheese, Ben and Jerry's ice cream (Vermonty Python) and 4 cookies.

Hope everyone is having a nice weekend. I am sad for a multitude of reasons, but am generally OK. I'm just going to go watch America's Test Kitchen and give myself permission to Be Sad for a while, and then go to bed and face the week bright eyed and bushy tailed.