libkitty, there is no such thing as overreacting to an avalanche.

Gronk. Just not enough gronk in the world today.

Well, despite sleeping for crap and being all achy today, I do think that crashing at a friend's was a good idea. This afternoon, I'll decide whether to spend another night there or take the kitties and go home. The avalanche danger is now down to high, but they've indicated that it's likely the danger will increase within the next 24 hours. It's kind of interesting, actually. Apparently the problem is not just that we have LOTS of snow, but that the snow changes its crystalline structure in various conditions. In its current condition, they say it is likely to come down in a big shelf or sheet. Supposedly, this is very bad.

And at work today, a fire alarm. Joy. I really wanted to stand outside in the drizzle.

On the bright side, everyone is ok, and Rocky actually came out of hiding briefly this morning. Freya seems to be handling things very well, except when my friend's cat hisses at her through the door. That happened this morning, and the poor thing's tail was just quivering. I did notice that she was happy to be picked up, where usually she disdains being held unless she was the one to climb up.

Much moving ~ma to the Miracleborns and...

T O O K I E S!!!!

Damn. I was just hoping Aimee would take my place here at JPL!

I got your card, you sweet, wonderful woman you! I was just writing you an email about it!

However, if you want a gorgeous one bedroom apartment very close to Kat & Lori and the babies and great landlords, I have a place for you!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH ADORABLE ONE! MAY YOU CONTINUE YOUR REIGN AS MOST ADORABLE!!

Medication?

MM, haven't you heard? I'm taking up drug dealing to supplement my income. I'll hook ya up. You'll have to talk to -t, though; she's my organizer.

Allyson, I've been meaning to congratulate you on taking the new job! It sounds like a fabulous opportunity (and a great pay raise).

Happy birthday to Pete! I will eat some cake in your honor, sir!

That would be such an awesome job. Dealing with animals for 20 hours a week and getting paid for it?

Stephen asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it, and I said, Look, I just want some extra money. I don't want to dress up or deal with customers returning clothes they've clearly worn (and stained). I don't want to learn new computer programs I'll never need again. I just want some money, and honestly, I'm not afraid to get dirty. I've cleaned up poop and pee and puke for years anyway, with three kids. Plus, there would be no one but me around when I'm working, so I could plot and work out scenes for the book while I'm there, and probably use my MP3 player. I'm not seeing a lot of downside.

I'm not sure I have it yet -- she's seeing one other person today -- and I'm now a little worried that she'll give it to me, but what will be will be.

So, what do people recommend? Yoga? Strength training?

Medication

Medication. Music. Snacks. Possibly a tranquilizer for the cat.

Or, you know, whoever.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETADORABLE!

Mr. Pibb and Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!

Nibbling off both ends of the Red Vine and using it as a straw to suck up the Mr. Pibb? Crazier Delicious!

Plus, Red Vines are produced in my hometown...let us speak no more of Twizzlers, the poncy also-ran!

Plus, there would be no one but me around when I'm working, so I could plot and work out scenes for the book while I'm there, and probably use my MP3 player.

I read this as "I could smoke pot and work out."

AmyLiz, I think it sounds great, even without the doobies!

Is it true, this rumor I hear that it's Peev the Adorable's birthday?

It is true!

(When we went out to the car this morning, I looked at the ground and Saw Something, which meant I was able to give him the first four-leaf clover of the season on his birthday. I'm very pleased about that.)

Oodles of moving ~ma to the Miracleborns. I'm not *thrilled* with the notion of you folks moving even! farther! away!, but I want you to be happy.

So the prevailing wisdom appears to be: Dope yourself with some sort of CNS depressant, then crank up the stimulants so that the end result is: Awake, but not caring. Right?

'cause this sounds perfect.