I don't think the dog request is creepy.

I'm with Cindy. I think she was just complimenting you on the cute.

It wouldn't occur to me that she really wants the dog--just that she's expressing how cute she thinks it is.

It is on the sidewalk right now, though, so it could be walked off with at any moment.

Well, phooey. Her husband's in class right now and even though they have an SUV (and yes, all her meatspace friends rolled our eyes and tried to dissuade them from getting one, but he was kind of squirrely on the subject) I don't think she could manage solo.

Ah, well. Hopefully their actual furniture will be there within a day or two (I know they do have one small sofa, because I sold her mine when I moved in with Hec).

Am I the only one who feels sorry for the cat? You get your tail pulled, you're allowed to smack at the puller.

I feel totally sorry for the cat (although the cat went to nip, not just smack), but I still think it's hysterical. I find lots of (probably inappropriate) things hysterical. It's kind of sick, and it happens in my sick little mind, on a way bigger scale than Olivia and the kitty. Besides, Olivia's 7 months old. She can't do much damage with a plastic shovel. Yet.

Must do work, must do work. I need to:

• Plan tomorrow morning's meeting in which we discuss reusing, not rewriting, content (for the forty billionth time).
• Plan Wednesday's presentation on applying conditions in CMS.
• Have 4 meetings.
• Generate report of conditions being used to come up with metadata plan.
• Compare a training doc to a manual to see where reuse could (should) be happening.
• Finalize best practices for deleting content from CMS.
• Write down dates for school stuff, which starts next week (!!).

Too much to do!

Happy Birthday, Erika!!

{{{Cass}}}

vw, maybe the person that responded about Toto just has too much time on her hands.

{{{Cass}}} I hope you're taking a good, long nap.

I've watched too much Lifetime TV.

I keep envisioning this woman stalking me till I walk Toto, then pushing me into the woods, putting a knife into my stomach so I bleed to death slowly, and running away with Toto. Then she'll build a room under her garage and lock Toto in there, where he will never see the light of day again.

So, if I disappear, you all search for Toto and save him from the evil woman, ok?

Promise?

Promise.

PS, stop watching Lifetime, 'k?

I don't think the dog request is creepy. Lookit how cute Toto is in that picture! It's strange, but I can see someone who's looking for a dog totally falling in love with Toto.

Yeah, I see it as a cute joke.

Happy birthday, erika!

Okay, guys, I have returned with more on the Saga of Sunil Has Enough Trouble Budgeting His Newfound Earnings Without Family Obligations.

I called my elder cousin, and he was kind of surprised at the amount my mom was quoting too. He had sent some money out of his first paycheck back home to India because they're poor, and maybe some to the sisters, but maybe $500 total. He said I didn't have to send anything; I could send what I wanted. So I decided, hey, I'll quote you on that when I find the backbone to tell my mom I'm choosing the amount I send. Let's say $200 for my sister, $100 for my oldest female cousin, and $25 for everyone else. Because if they want me to spend something like a thousand dollars on this, they'd better damn well give me that money.

And then my dad came this weekend and bought me a microwave, a desk, and a new computer, the retail value of which was over a thousand dollars. Note: even though I accepted the microwave and computer as a birthday present, I tried to pay for the desk myself, and he wouldn't let me. And he's not the sort of person who wants thanks or wants to be paid back. You just take it.

So now I feel like, whatever, I can appease my mom and take her higher amounts for my sister and eldest female cousin, but hell if I'm giving everyone else $100 each. I'll still shoot for $25 there, $50 at the most.

How is my psychology and reasoning here?