I'm totally being cool and not calling Dana to make sure she hasn't been taken hostage by a gunman on her way to Target

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Jesus. That was the first I'd heard of it. It's actually closer to where the husband works, though he'd have no reason to be over by an apartment building. Still, maybe I'll call.

I feel like someone needs to grab the world by the face and shout, "DUDE. YOU MUST CHILL. AND I DON'T MEAN GLOBAL WARMING THIS TIME."

Glad you're okay, Dana and I hope that the dh is too.

Most drugs are not good for teeth. I like the chicken bowl, but you're right, does not look attractive. Also, not health food.

Fucking Joe Francis. I don't mean that in the fun way, either.

In completely shallow news, I'm feeling excellent about my choice of wardrobe today. I had an outside meeting this afternoon, and usually I'd wear a suit, but it was so gorgeous out, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I wore a nice dress. My Big Boss wasn't even in a suit! She had a knit jacket-ish cardigan on, but not a full-metal suit. And neither were the people we were meeting with. Phew.

I can't stop sneezing. This is becoming problematic.

I think my brain just exploded out my nose when I sneeze attacked. Why must the trees attempt to murderize me like this?

I kinda miss breathing. I think I used to like breathing.

Target didn't have the blue Sudafed. I settled for the regular, but I will continue my quest to find the blue stuff. They still make it, so someone must carry it.

I was ambushed by the full-on, knock yourself out on your computer monitor sneezes. After about twenty of those in a row, I think I have whiplash.

Target didn't have the blue Sudafed. I settled for the regular, but I will continue my quest to find the blue stuff. They still make it, so someone must carry it.

Or...not, according to the consumer line I just called. Oh, tragedy! Oh, my beloved blue Sudafed! Cut down too soon! There is no blue Sudafed in Mudville.