We need The Daily Adventures of Fay and Ray, I think.
Emmett's Mom determined that Emmett was sick and so has deposited him at our house today. Without his shoes. Inconvenient. Also, he does not have a fever and is not throwing up and his shinbone is not jutting through his shinskin at an acute angle, nor is currently engulfed in flame. So. I would've taken Sniffles, the Not Particularly Sick Boy to school anyway. And I would've included the shoes.
Also, we don't have the car back until tomorrow. Which means tomorrow we get to make the extra long public transit commute to the East Bay for the second time this week. This is trickier without shoes. (Yes, I'm going down to Haight Street to pick up some sneakers on sale and EM will pay me back for them.)
Gloomcookie, I am thoroughly miffed on GF's behalf, but recommend that she file for unemployment and take a month off with some spa days in between.
I read Fay's post while still only half awake this morning and didn't realize she was talking about stuffed animals until the very end and thought she was slightly insane. Still highly entertaining and she really should write children's books.
Robin,
This month I'm finally meeting the feminist book club you pointed me to...hope they are fun. Wish I had not given my Backlash away, thinking "Huh...what are the odds I'll look at this again?" because it is the book. d'oh.
And not exactly the debauchery I hope for but the journey of a thousand miles, blah, blah.
No shoes? How does that happen? I mean, the boy is old enough to put on his own shoes, or realize he is missing such.
Whoot! My Old Navy order shipped.
Also? I'm a bad mommy. I bought Em a couple of t-shirts and a pair of jeans at ON a couple of weekends ago. I totally want to return them and buy stuff for me.
GC, does your girlfriend have her job until February (or whenever they're closing down the division)? If so, will she get the raise, for the wages she earns in the meantime?
t desperately looking for less irony
This thread title really couldn't be more appropriate to my mood right now. Except I don't blame everyone else--I just blame germs as a whole. Stoopid germs.
I've taken three different kinds of meds and homeopathetic remedies throughout this morning, and although I'm less congested, the fever won't break. It's really difficult to grade with a fever.
Weep. Crawl. Blame.
It sucks that you are feeling so rotten sweetie. Hugs.
ION I sent off my information to apply for the UCI job last night and I got a reply that they got it today and the lead person there is happy I'm applying. I'm still very torn about the possibility of taking the job, but I've started the ball rolling.
