Happy happies, Ailleann!!

Howdy peeps!

Yes, I am feeling a bit better this morning. I just sometimes run into problems in the night if I a) eat too much too late at night, or b) eat bread late at night that's starting to turn and grow (usually not visible yet) mold.

Basically, I wind up waking up in the middle of the night practically in the process of puking. Usually waking up is enough to keep from actually puking, as it was this morning, but it makes sleep difficult, and I wind up staying up for a bit to let my tum settle.

So yes, I'm better now.

Also? S used to work with her grandparents on their dairy farm. She says cow-tipping is a myth. Never happen. She confirms that cows do not sleep standing up, and that since they are prey animals, whenever someone comes near them, they run away.

Also, they are fast, and strong, and several thousand pounds on a stable base of four legs. No you're not tipping that over. Go to a rodeo and watch an experienced cow hand try to rope a calf and wrestle it to the ground, then see if you think even multiple drunk frat boys are going to tip over a full grown cow.

Happy Birthday Allieann!

Damn a Jilli video game would be cool. There could be a level where she pokes people who are rude in the club with her hat pin. Also, when you get to the top level, you get a Clovis.

-t and I should stand in the Defiantly Long-Haired Corner around here, methinks.

Happy Birthday Ailleann!

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Thanks for the birthday wishes, by the way.

Happy Ailleann Day!! I hope it's tremendous!

Talked with one of the big bosses today about the email kerfuffle. I had imagined all KINDS of insanity last night. I would have said I was PMS-y, but, you know, no uterus or ovaries, so that means it was just plain over-reaction on my part. It really is that "some" people think my emails about benefits have too much humor in them. Too. Much. Humor.

Cash, I am SO sorry about the constant battles you're having to have with Owen. I sincerely hope that he outgrows the militant naked stage soon.

Kristin, thank you! I'm hanging on to the hope that he's getting all his difficulties out now and will end up heading to Notre Dame on a full scholarship while volunteering for community service, going on to find a cure for cancer and buying his mom a retirement condo in Florida.

Until then, I am going to flex my patience, buy paper towels in bulk and try to not let him get to me.

It really is that "some" people think my emails about benefits have too much humor in them. Too. Much. Humor.

Mmm...perhaps "some" people's emails (or hearts) don't contain ENOUGH humor.

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Yes, but Katie B and Ailleann have luscious, gorgeous, long hair. My hair, when it gets long is thin, flat and sad.

Robin, folks can be so stooopid about e-mail. I once got in trouble for e-mailing my group, "I will be on vacation from x to y. See you in two weeks. Wooot!"

Nobody knew what "woot" meant, so they all had questions for my supervisor about my distressing use of weird language. Instead of, say, just asking me if they really wanted to know. I was mystified by the depth of this kerfuffle upon my return, because I had thought, well, couldn't you college-educated crowd have figured that one out via context? Jeez.

Of course, this was the office where people would type out a twelve-page document, send it to the printer, delete it, and hand the printed pages to the secretaries for retyping and formatting.

Of course, this was the office where people would type out a twelve-page document, send it to the printer, delete it, and hand the printed pages to the secretaries for retyping and formatting.

WTF??? Seriously. Some people need killin'.