Meara is definitely one of the cutest drunk people out there.

Emily, what would it hurt to apply for those middle-school jobs? At the least you may get some interviewing practice. You can always turn the job down if it's offered to you.

Right, exactly. Except for the extreme mental anguish! Interviewing, blech. Not to mention, these places will probably all want sample lessons, which will be like interviewing except with a room full of children! Oh, my head...

Not to mention, these places will probably all want sample lessons, which will be like interviewing except with a room full of children! Oh, my head...

But don't the high schools want sample lessons as well? Your current school could be something out of The Twilight Zone, with students from Bizarro World.

(I am playing devil's advocate here. I know you'll end up doing what's best for you.)

Bayou Bagelry closed, sadly. At least, last fall they were closed and had a notice up saying they had decided not to reopen.

My sympathies on job hunting and somewhat irrational Middle School aversion. None of that is fun.

This is neither work safe, nor safe to show in front of your children.

Very cheerful, porny Safe Sax animation from France. It's very charming, but very explicit.

Am home from a lovely baseball game. Have little to no voice. Am fine with that.

I did get to peek down juliana's shirt. Shush - the back of her shirt. Preeeety tattoo.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baseball.

Am home from a lovely baseball game. Have little to no voice. Am fine with that.

What no pity for Zito?

Did the crowd roar when Gaudin struck out Bonds?

Hey, the left field bleacher creatchers were cheering for Zito. Well, after he started walking in runs.

I like him, he can be an amazing pitcher, but he is a head case and when he is off - oh man is he off.

Matilda's smile is stellar!

Miracleman can lob my lemons from here on out.

Poor Emily. Job hunting sucks. Finding analogies is tough but I sort of feel like it's the worst part of a blind date. You're meeting someone you want to impress, it's always hard to chose clothes, you have to worry about directions, showing up on time, not making a fool of yourself and on top of that, make them like you--often in the span of a an hour or less.

Yesterday, I in the middle of running a series of errands and grocery buying I WALKED OFF AND LEFT MY WALLET AT A GAS STATION COUNTER. I was exchanging a propane tank for our grill, paid for it and walked out without the bit of leather and hardware containing MY ENTIRE LIFE--drivers' license, insurance cards, slew of credit cards, etc. And the place was packed and busy--3:30 p.m. on a Friday.

I didn't notice until I got the the next stop, checked my bag and broke out into a panicked sweat. I jumped back in the van, drove like a maniac back to the station and someone had found it and gave it to the clerk. It was untouched and nothing was missing.

I woke up at 4 and haven't been able to get back to sleep. Feh. Not sure if it's pharmaceutical in nature as I've just started new meds.

Cashmere, I had that problem at first, it soon went away. Now I think I'm actually sleeping better. You can try taking your medicine at a different time of day.

I'm so glad you had a wallet miracle. I was reading your story with a lump in my throat, giving the universe the raised eyebrow.

That Matilda smile picture is lethal. Lethal. Lethal.

Emily, apply for the jobs. You don't have to take them.