Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Matilda's bouncing back and forth between her usual cheerful self and head-to-toe rigid, outraged squalling when her sinuses block up (in fact, she was beamingwhen I started this sentence and is now rigid and whimpering into my shoulder). I couldn't find the Johnson & Johnson bath Aimée recommended, but I did get this stuff last night and she'll be getting a long warm bath in just a minute.
How are things with you and TCG and the apartment? (I shake my fists at your landlords, btw)
That's a schedule to die for.
It was the vocal parents that made the schedule happen. Your schedule is absurd. And parents that are their own bosses still have to work too! It sounds very stressful.
I'm glad you decided to take the day off, Nora. Better to be home when not all out sick too. Yay for the cutiehead lunch delivery dude.
How are things with you and TCG and the apartment? (I shake my fists at your landlords, btw)
So far I haven't smelled any smoke since the landlord plugged up the hole in the closet, but I am not convinced that the problem is completely fixed yet. We'd like to stay here until at least the summer, but I'm getting annoyed with the showings of the apartment, so I think we will definitely move this summer whether or not they have sold the place. I doubt we'll find a place with a kitchen that is quite this nice, which makes me sad. Thanks for the fist shaking. Kisses to Matilda. I hope she is all better soon.
Oooh, JZ. That stuff looks awesome.
Em was home sick yesterday. Her fever's gone, but her nose is still dodgy. She went back to daycare today.
And she's FINALLY back to staying in her own bed all night. She doesn't get into bed with us unitl 6am now and since we moved her bedtime back to 8:30, she's going to bed a lot easier.
I have to say, I love it when she gets in bed with us at 6. She always comes to my side of the bed so I left her up and she sunggles with her little behind nestled into my tummy. My favorite part of the morning, I have to say.
Sj, ihope you find a good place.
Matilda, feel better, honey bunch.
Muchas ~ma to Robin, for her surgery, today.
It was the vocal parents that made the schedule happen. Your schedule is absurd.
Hec showed me the email chain -- apparently one of the key people in the scheduling was supposed to circulate a draft of the schedule for discussion, and... didn't. So his contribution to the email chain was "This was my fault and I completely own my mistake, but it's now done and set in stone, so suck it up. And you should all be fine with sucking it up, because I own my mistake."
He's actually a really, really nice guy, a great dad and a great coach, and has been incredibly sweet and supportive to all the team parents for many years, but right now I kinda want to give him a boot in the ass.
The interview gang is now getting ready to leave. Loudly. With lots of conversation and banging things around.
While they were practicing one of them left their briefcase on the other side of my cube wall. Somewhere in that briefcase is something that beeps LOUDLY every 10 minutes. I shall repeat my earlier SNARL.
Note, they are still getting ready to leave, without much of the actual leaving.
Can I go home yet?
Surgery ~ma, Robin!
So very tired. Up waaaaay too late on the phone with various people including Mr. Jane. I'm going to have to go home for lunch today to let the puppies out. I don't think (especially the little one) they'll make it the nearly 12 hours until I get home).
I feel ya Suzi. People have to come into my office for stuff, which I understand, but then they're all talking loudly, or just talking to themselves while I'm on the phone or listening to something interesting on NPR. People! Be quiet!
I'm off to the GYN to tell him these BCPs are less crazy making and can he please give me a perscription. I really wish I could just phone it in, but nsm.
I hope the asshats go away soon, Suzi.