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.

Oh, and...

Happy Birthday Pete. May you finally be able to hit something with a car.

Well, a *virtual* car. Not a real car.

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?

Just don't do what Homer Simpson did when he became a truck driver and scarfed down gobs of sleeping pills and Stimu-crank.

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

Now *that* would be an awesome job.

Sounds like your job search is going pretty well, java! And Europe! Yay!

I was able to give him the first four-leaf clover of the season on his birthday. I'm very pleased about that.

Aw! That's so sweet.