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.

And they are gone. YAYAYAYAY.

I've sat next to two conference rooms for the last 5 years and this was the worst it has gotten. BLARG.

Good luck, sj. Bundle upn girl. It's ridiculously cold and windy.

Also? I can't see the typo. I am blind.

How do you spell "inappropriate," Aims?

I spell it like that.

It's Germanic.