GC, it seems like your GF could sue for whiplash from such a severe transit from high to low in one day. Better job~ma to her.

I think my life would have been vastly improved if I had had Fay as a first grade teacher. Bless.

I wonder if the teddy bear cleaner could help spiff up Bokie, my much loved Smokey the Bear. (My grasp of S's came rather late.) He did a considerable amount of Extreme Bathing in his youth, but I think that he, like I, is a bit old for those kinds of pursuits. He's never been to a fancy hospital. The patches in on the holes in his jeans are all done by me, with pieces from my own jeans.

Yeah. As it turns out, dogs being functional illiterates, all the Pinturas Fresca signs in the world mean nothing to them. Nothing!

I finally fell to the Commies after several months of complete absence (thank you, Mirena!). I shouldn't be complaining but it was highly inconvenient. I have no idea if this will settle in to a regular cycle or not.

I'm ordering the Bear Wash. Some of our plushies are looking a little sad & dirty.

My life would be so much easier if I could vacuum the dog. But she is terrified of the noise.

My life would be considerably easier if my dogs would submit to the Flowbee. A LOT easier. I'm considering delivery the baskets of fur from Mackenzie to my friend with the spinning wheel.

There are no words. Aside from holy shit.

well, we don't know that they were clergy.

GC, I am so very sorry about your GF gertting laid off. That sucks!!!

Fay!!! So lovely to see your font!

I love you like Winchesters.

I love this turn of phrase so very much.

Grrrr, L.'s company! I'm so sorry, GC.

ION, sick. Miserably sick. Woe.

ION, sick. Miserably sick. Woe.

hangs head in shame

If it's any consolation, M has it, too. Also, I started feeling reasonably human by Tuesday, so it doesn't hang around that long.

There are no words. Aside from holy shit.

well, we don't know that they were clergy.

True. Actually, one would hope not.

::passes Kristin the good tissues with lotion, and brews more tea::

I am now off with Sara to that bastion of Rainy Day Motherhood, a McDonald's with a big old Play Place. Despite having missed two separate deadlines, and the fact that I dodged call from one editor this morning, Sara is beginning to think that Noggin's Moose A. Moose is Mommy, and that other little kids only exist on TV.

So. Tired.

Insomnia again last night. Didn't get to sleep until around 3 AM, then woke up at 6 AM and didn't get back to sleep until 6:30 or so, and then my alarm went off at 7:45.

Today is going to be a long day.

Ooof, D. I am so sorry. Hate it when that happens.