One must always have a drink! In fact, my mother chided me for not having that much alcohol (I admit, I've polished off a few bottles of tequila without replacing them). I have a gazillion bottles of alcohol.

I was quite offended.

And I seem to have just printed out something I swear was set to go to PDF. Hmmph.

I think I have rum and gin, actually, but I don't feel like drinking either of those.

Oh, and I forgot -- I left my coffee maker on all day as well. "Luckily," it was full of future iced coffee, so it didn't burn up, but STILL.

Maybe I will have some gin.

Of course, I didn't have another bag, but I did have duct tape, so I taped the bag shut again and re-vacuumed.

Because you are resourceful! And resilient! Go Jesse! (have some gin, too)

I am resourceful and resilient, dammit! Thanks. I also got a pat on the back from the COO about how I handled the crazy meeting with the Big Boss, so that was good. I may be re-learning the line between standing up for myself and being defensive.

I've got a feeling that's all I'll be asked about on Sally Jessy Raphael, Daisy Jane.

I should write to Marcotte. I feel the pain.

Timelies all!

Quiet here...

People keep asking me how Hubby and I have made it to 20+ years. I don't know it's been "work" or inertia. I guess it comes down to life without him being more horrible than life sometimes is with him. We make each other laugh and we've never run out of things to talk to each other about. And I refuse to treat him like a project or a child or less than a man I admire and respect. And he, poor dear deluded soul, thinks I'm the niftiest woman on earth and far too good to be with him (which I wish he'd stop saying, because that insinuates I have poor taste).

Connie, this is just so sweet and so REAL.

Am I weird for keeping a running mental inventory of the contents of my refrigerator and pantry?

No Shrift. I'm the same way. It makes shopping easier. Also, I too get annoyed when something I thought was there isn't - when I use something up, I write it on the list, which is tacked to the fridge. Ross would rather die than write something on the list. So I end up halfway through a recipe with no beef stock. Or whatever. Grrr.

The world's most disturbing children's book?

Holy hell, that is messed up.

I checked out ita's link to the MOO sight, and it reminded me I still need monogram stickers. Which I don't want to order from MOO, because I'm too lazy to design them and I worry that they won't arrive in time. But does anyone know where I can get monogram stickers? What I want is something about an inch to an inch and a half, preferably with an ivory background and black lettering. They are really quite necessary, as they are the "glue" holding the favors together. I had found one site that had cool stickers, but their customer service sucks, so I refuse to order from them. They promised to send me samples a MONTH ago, and no samples. I'd be SO grateful if someone could point me in the right direction - I really really don't want to have to find the time to make my own.

Jonathan Lee Riches, a prison inmate in South Carolina, filed a "$63,000,000,000 billion dollar" lawsuit against NFL quarterback Michael Vick, alleging that Vick stole Riches's pit bulls, sold them on eBay, and then bought missiles from Iran with the cash. (Vick is in the news already for involvement in dogfighting.) From Fox News:

The complaint also alleges that Vick would need those missiles because he pledged allegiance to Al Qaeda in February of this year.

“Michael Vick has to stop physically hurting my feelings and dashing my hopes,” Riches writes in the complaint.

Riches wants $63 billion dollars “backed by gold and silver “ delivered to the front gates to the Williamsburg Federal Correctional facility in South Carolina. Riches is an inmate at the facility serving out a wire fraud conviction.

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I've taken a serious amount of pain pills today.
We are having an end of summer party at the office, and the usually very weak margaritas were really really strong.
I still need to drive home, preferably a half hour from now.
oops.

What kind of pain pills, Lee? My mother was just explaining to me yesterday that the liver processes narcotics and alchohol the same way, and if you've taken narcotics the alcohol is metabolised more slowly, because the drugs beat it to the punch. Therefore you have a more intense effect.

Which, ahh, not helping.

But I thought it was interesting.

And also kinda sad that all my arcane job-related knowledge is boring as fuck.

ABC exposé of those wacky Filipino dancing inmates.

I...let's just say it's a very different country from the US.