WNYC Morning Edition weather people, why have you betrayed me???
EXACTLY! I am bare-legged. Bastards!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
WNYC Morning Edition weather people, why have you betrayed me???
EXACTLY! I am bare-legged. Bastards!
I have your warm and sunny.
And am irritable and overworked.
Sara brings her own adorable cloud of cranky!
Nah, I start the new job on Monday.
JZ, adorable pictures! She's getting BIG. Crazy how that happens.
In other news, I hate my stupid job. Did I mention that already?
It looks like I will spend a large amount of my afternoon moving files off my work laptop onto my personal laptop so that I don't lose something like 10 years worth of personal stuff. I could go in and clean out my cube, too, but this first.
I talked to ex-Boss and ex-Project Leader and they both are gratifyingly sorry/dismayed/disconsolate that I am gone. They also want me to end up someplace good so that when they end up looking for work, they'll have an 'in'.
CV, she's huge -- and yet, in the last couple of weeks, we've had more people than we can count look at her and say, "Oh, what an alert baby! [They almost never say "She's so alert!" because although she's almost always in pink, it's not frilly or flowery pink, so everyone always chickens out on guessing her gender -- and most of the people who do, guess "boy". Um.] Two months?"
Also, she has two teeth now! Little bitty bottom front teeth, just sprouting up.
Six-month-old babies are awesome for clearing away the mental cobwebs and debris and overhanging pall of depression, but getting to six months can be a little rocky. The cumulative sleep dep will erode all the pleasure centers in your brain if you're not careful. You really need to schedule yourselves a baby holiday somewhere between 3 and 5 months, where grandparents or good friends or someone else you trust can take the babe for a bit -- even just 18 hours will do in a pinch -- and let you sleep, sleep, sleep.
Dinner on Wednesday with exotic, sexy, bright French/Moroccan guy.
Must be gay, right?
Who gave Allyson's insecurities her password?
Is this an upgrade from tea or in addition to or am I totally making up things in my head and thinking they are real?
Have fun, in any case!
There was totally a tea thing, sarameg. I remember, because it wasn't coffee.