Bwah!

oh, kid humor, especially when it's inadvertant. This past weekend I was at a cookout - a bunch of people and a number of their children. One little boy - seven, maybe - ran up to his mother and said "Mommy, mommy! can I have a brownie?" And she looked at him and told him he should have some chicken first. He said "I had some chicken!" And she looked at him and asked if he really had eaten some chicken. He started to nod and then ... his eyes got bigger and bigger and his lips kind of compressed, until he admitted that, no, he hadn't. So she sent him in to get some chicken and then he could have his brownie. Very cute.

Happy birthday, vw!!!!

gah co-worker is talking to other co-workers about the homeless population in the park across the street I guess and just said something about wanting to elect a mayor who would "promise to euthanize the homeless." I didn't think twice really but just got up and went over and was like, "I know you were joking but that was offensive."

now i'm all shaky and upset!

lisah, that sucks.

Me, I might've loudly proclaimed that I would vote for a mayor who would euthanize assholes and their families and look very pointedly at co-worker.

Me, I might've loudly proclaimed that I would vote for a mayor who would euthanize assholes and their families and look very pointedly at co-worker.

Hah! I can imagine doing that too if I'd had time to think about it. I was on my feet as soon as it came out of his mouth. Also he's the dude who interviewed me for the job. I don't really understand the reporting structure here (it's a super small company) but I don't think he's my boss, per se, but he might be able to tell actual boss that I'm not a good fit or something. whatever. It's not like I could have not said anything. being the way that I am.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUG!!! May you have a fantabulous year.

paperdol, w00t! And what Susan said - if a book gets reviewed, I get interested, whether the review is positive or negative. There are so many books that for one to merit a print review makes it special right away.

Raq - does mal have the fever/not-eating/horrible in the afternoon thing? or the snuffly thing?

The first one. One of the twins at daycare was the vector. Ah well. Looks like he'll be better in time for graduation.

I have actually made good use of the days off. You know how work expands to fill the time allotted for it? Yeah. I've done about 12 loads of laundry, vaccuumed the whole house, mopped and polished the wood floors, organized the closets, cleaned the bathrooms, moved some bookshelves, deep-cleaned the kitchen, and even laundered and scrubbed down the car seat. I'm bushed.

Now it's computer-based stuff, which I am hampered in by the fact that when R arrived from Greece, he apparently threw away all my papers. So I can't claim a couple rebates, or claim the moving damages. Grr Argh.

Pictures of our little disaster this morning [link] [link]

Happy birthday (again!) vw.

Oh, buffdiving, you give me such joy. Reposted because it made me laugh like a lemur on valium:

Lena: Not to insult any members of any religion, but the door-to-door thing reminds me of a story my ex-ex-boss used to tell, about his college years. The man lived with a hairy, overweight male student from Peru in a double-wide trailer, where they drank beer and dared each other to do the dishes on a weekly basis.

One day, my boss-to-be was having some nice vegging time when BOOM, his roommate came flying through the front door. "Quick!" the roommate says. "Grab all the beer bottles you can find and put them all around the room!" With this, the roommate bolts into the back.

My boss-to-be was puzzled but willing to go along with it, so he gathered up a few dozen beer bottles and put them in random places around the room. Moments later, the hairy, overweight, Peruvian roommate comes bounding back into the living room, clad only in tiger-skin bikini underwear. He proceeds to strew the place with a year's worth of Playboy issues.

My boss, totally nonplussed, asks what the hell is going on. His roommate grabs a bottle of whiskey and shouts, "Don't you know? THE MORMONS ARE COMING!" He then proceeds to dump half the bottle of whiskey on himself before the doorbell rings. At that, he flings open the door, revealing himself in all his splendor to the astonished mild-mannered folk on their doorstep, and cries, "Welcome! We've been WAITING for you!"

They fled in terror.

Aw, Lena!