I feel bad for laughing, but my the Bitches are a clumsy lot. I still love you all, even if your embrace is rather puffy and plastic right now.

So tired. Almost called in, but I didn't. Sigh.

Nicole, I hope you find your wallet!

Sail, I hope the headache goes away.

We had a flat tire on the way to our play date this morning. Rainy and cold and craptastic weather. I want to crawl back into bed.

Teppy--ack! No more seppuku separation techniques, please! Almost as dangerous as my holding-the-bagel-while-cutting method.

I feel bad for laughing, but my the Bitches are a clumsy lot.

Heh. I don't even come close to the wonder that is (are?) Cass, Ginger, and Erin.

Plus a special shout-out to Cindy for running herself over with a car (minivan?) that she was driving.

We had a flat tire on the way to our play date this morning. Rainy and cold and craptastic weather.

Cash, that sucks hard. Getting a flat on a gorgeous day sucks enough. Did you have to change the tire or did you call AAA?

I was hoping that one of my prankster co-workers hid my wallet and then just assumed I'd found it. No such luck there, either. (Which may seem far-fetched to some but one co-worker hid my debit card almost a year ago and then forgot that he'd hid it from me until I was telling him about how I had to call my bank to cancel the card the next day. And yes, he's lucky to be alive.)

Okay, Friday, behave yourself.

I have not attempted seppuku {{{Teppy!}}}, lost my wallet {{{Nicole}}}, gotten a flat in the rain {{{Cash}}}, or discovered that my husband's bosses are being fucktards {{{Nora}}}, but I have:

• discovered that the disc drive on my laptop won't open
  
• discovered that my toe really fucking hurts now, mostly from favoring it yesterday, and where the doc administered the shots
  
• discovered that we are out of diet Pepsi
  

Woe.

Did you have to change the tire or did you call AAA?

DH came from work to change it. I'm looking into AAA membership (I asked about it in Natter, where I x-posted this).

Which may seem far-fetched to some but one co-worker hid my debit card almost a year ago and then forgot that he'd hid it from me until I was telling him about how I had to call my bank to cancel the card the next day. And yes, he's lucky to be alive

I think he needs a new definition of "prank" tattooed to his forehead. That's not a prank, that's a killing offense.

Plus a special shout-out to Cindy for running herself over with a car (minivan?) that she was driving.

Minivan. In my own driveway. Seven months (I think) pregnant. And LEAPING up into the minivan, and breaking the minivan door on the front of the other car.

I'm glad to read your stabbing yourself in the stomach was really just poking.

As for the rash, try some corn starch (I suggest food quality corn starch). Dry yourself off ridiculously well after your showers, and then apply it as a dusting powder. Put some on whenever you change, and go to bed, too. Give it a couple of days. If it doesn't work, you can try an OTC anti-yeast/anti-fungal cream.

Either way, try not to use any soap with scent for a while. Try to get clean and dry quickly, after you get sweaty. If you're wearing your bra too often, wear it less. If you're going braless a lot at home, wear a bra. Change your bra when you get home from work, etc. In other words, keep the area as cool and dry as possible, which is hard. OTC cortisone might be of help, too. But the corn starch and/or anti-fungal cream will probably be better.

Wallet ~ma, Nicole. {{{}}} for those that need them.

This morning we have a workshop with a preservation librarian who is assessing our collection. It seems wrong to talk about how to keep books in good condition while one's fingers are covered in butter from the pastries that will be served, but I think I'm up for it.

Also, I just sent an email to ask what's happening with the position I'm waiting to hear about, so if I'm not in the workshop, I'll be obsessively clicking the "check mail" button. ::twitch::

Sounds like today should be over, already! Between the yuck happening and the yuck weather, we all need a hot toddy and foot rub by the fire. On Buffista Island. Dammit.

I finally took some Ibuprofen. I'd been getting headaches so rarely lately, I never remember to take anything for them. I'm not sure where this one came from. I'm just hoping it's not the teeth-grinding induced one, because that means I'm going to have a lot more of them. I quit grinding my teeth when I started taking antidepresssants, but I've gone off the ADs to switch to something that can handle Bipolar II. It doesn't do the sames things the ADs did. Unfortunately. Because I really liked being headache free.