Going to a goodbye party for a friend I've known since college, who is moving AWAY to Boston (Boo!)

Going to a goodbye party for a friend I've known since after college, who is moving to Delaware (also boo! but not quite as big)

Possibly going in a hot tub. Working up the courage to wear a bikini in the hottub.

Then going to the beach.

I'll NOT be attending a little league game this weekend.

Which means I'll be writing. Please to be done soon!

Either your cat's a serious badass, or the helmet was maybe not as much protection as you'd like?

He would like to think he's a serious badass, but I just think he's a furry psychopath with a penchant for scratching hard surfaces. Which is fine (if annoying) when it's a mirror, but a little more dangerous when it's the faceplate/visor thingy.

eta:

Which means I'll be writing. Please to be done soon!

You're still not done with the book?

Tonight Fish Fry somewhere, it is an option at every bar around here. The next couple days I'd like to try and teach the boys to water ski. Some stuff on the never ending home repair list. Maybe someone will be going to the city and I can get to a book store.

Pulling up the cement board from the kitchen floor in the new house
Doing laundry
vacuuming
Oh, and going to the Hollywood Bowl to see this: [link]

That's awesome Robin!

Weekend includes:

laundry (too much)
cleaning (probably not enough)
sleeping (definitely not enough)
maybe going to the pool with the kids (badly needed)

Great photos, Gud!

God damn it. This freelancer is fucking with my shit again. Told him at 9 that I had changes for him, could I please get a new copy to mark them on since the copy I had was so marked up it would be confusing. At 9:45, sent him an email request the damn copy. At 10, I got it, at 10:15 I left it on his desk.

An hour later I emailed him a chunk of text with the note "this is for the piece on page two." He came and asked me a question about it, got it all clear, whatever. We had some back and forth getting it to work, so far so good.

Now five minutes ago he brings me a new copy of the document. With only that change made. I start marking it up, get a few pages through and just bring it back to him. And ask him where the other changes are from the fucking full color, 11 X 17 document that's sitting on his desk an inch from his arm. Which he didn't see.

I'ma fucking kill this guy if I'm here late tonight. I've had such a week, and have a totally fucked one next week with a full workload despite three days out of the office in a training session. I was going to leave as soon as this piece was done. Which I guess I still am.

[Also - dude, you're a freelancer - graphics is strictly temp-to-hire here. You want this to ever turn into perm, you need to step it up. You need to ask questions, not just assume I meant to send you a blank email. You need to show a little urgency when you know a complicated project is under the gun. You need to stop being one more motherfucker fucking up my shit.]

You're still not done with the book?

Really gotta be close to #1 on the list of things not to say to your writer friends.

Or possibly just me.

weekend plans: tonight, driving up to New Hampshire. Tomorrow and Sunday, lounge around drinking beer, taking boat rides, swimming, dozing, and eating on an island in Lake Winnipisake.

looks at clock

goDAMMit! Want to start weekend now plz.