Break a leg, ND! I am sure they will see what an asset you will be to their department!

HB, Laura!

Good luck, ND!

I am so NOT in the fucking mood for this place right now. Crabby. Cranky. Fuckin' SO OVER it all.

Carry on.

Birthday Happies to Laura!!!!

Crabby. Cranky.

Me, too. I yelled at people while I was driving. Not other drivers, mind you. Like, "You! Person I knew in thrid grade! You were mean to me and you suck. I hate you." and "You! Supposed "friend" you are this this this and this and how dare you tell me that that that and that? Fuck you!"

Speaking of being over work. Why do people ask me when a coworker who is out sick will be back? How would I have any clue? I've just been telling them, "I'm sure she'll be back when she's feeling better." But just now I got, "Do you know when that will be?" Uh... no.

Daisy - you and your missing coworker aren't BFF??? Tell the nosey folks to go ask HR for missing coworkers phone number so they can call and ask about the state of germiness.

Hippo Birdies, Laura!

Knock 'em dead, ND!

Well, not literally. They can't give you the job if they're all corpsified and gross.

Felicitations on the Anniversary of Your Natal Day, Laura! Wishing you cake, with candles, and a lovely year ahead of all your favorite things!

That Liv--she's even adorable with blue marker all over her sweet face! And it's so neat that Sara is a Buffista already--short training period, yes!

The eggs sound marvy, but I can't waaaait to coddle my eggs. Gimme 'em over easy, with whites set firm and yolks still runny, to eat over buttered, salted grits. Num.

I have eschewed grits for lo, these many years. Having had wheat taken off the table, and thus cream of/farina, I've turned to the processed-with-lye corn product of my yout', and have found it quite adequate for sopping up extra egg yolk. And along with my antipathy to ham, I seem to have developed an even more recent dislike of bacon.

I know, I'm scandalized myself, but what can you do? Smells yummy, tastes like ass. Salty, porkish ass.

And along with my antipathy to ham, I seem to have developed an even more recent dislike of bacon.

I forgot to say! Sara is a bacon fiend. Fiend, I say. She would eat it every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I let her.

Yeah, she's got some Buffista in her. I don't know how she feels about muffalettas yet, though.

Happiest birthday, Laura! You are one sexy mamajama, a fantastic friend and there are megawatts in your smile.

Go ND! I hope you absolutely nail everything today, and they beg you to accept your offer.

We had our second Little League practice yesterday. Frankly, this team may never lose a game. Okay, maybe I'm flush with crazy baseball optimism, but spring training is when you're supposed to be filled with crazy optimism. Also? All of the A's are healthy for the first time in a long time.

Where's blue Liv? I must have missed a link.

Sara has been worth her keep in laughs, lately. What a cutie pie. Julia is also a big bacon fiend. She comes by it naturally, I fear.