Sure, but we can plan for a different day, too, if that rushes you too much.

Man, I need to be all My Motivation, Let Me Show You and instead I'm all I Iz a Lazy Whore.

You and me both, mate.

ps - cranky campers = people at work who have been on vacation, NOT Iris or any of her ilk...

d- insent.

sparky - the image of your dad recreating the bunkroom is too funny. But where is he putting the Swords? Jilli & Pete - if my uncle ever has a yardsale, it's going to be a stunner.

Goes to stand in the corner with d ... and goof off.

But where is he putting the Swords?

Good question. I'm not sure. One of these trips I'm really going to have to get him to tell me what's what up there. He did send a few guns to auction before they moved and I was a little shocked at how much the rifles he didn't care about were worth.

We laugh about the yard sale thing all the time: guns, knives, swords, fishing poles, dress patterns and fabric.

eta: and knitting needles -- how could I forget the knitting needles & patterns!

erika, ~ma for your mom getting better, and patience for both of you.

Speaking of Buffista babies, Susan, how old is Annabel these days?

d, she turned 3 in April. She is just a few days older than Owen is.

erika, some healing~ma for your mom.

I am full of gronk this morning. Owen went walkabout half the night last night and I found him sleeping in the hall outside our bedroom at 6:30 a.m. He's (not surprisingly) still asleep.

what the @#!#? Orioles - helloooo?

Shame there's no slaughter rule in the pros.

I haven't seen my motivation in so long that I forget what it looks like.

I hope your mom gets better quickly, ericka.

If this weather doesn't change soon, my writing is going to go from one-sentence paragraphs to random phrases. My brane is 2 hot.

Much tendon~ma to your mom, erika.

I am so full of gronk that really right now I am just a bundle of gronk with little pockets of JZ unevenly distributed throughout. Cosleeping with Matilda is getting progressively less and less like snuzzling up with my sweet baby and more and more like wrestling with a sack of eels all night long. She's going to have to sleep in the Pack'n'Play until we can get the crib assembled (and rearrange the bedroom to make space for it), but man, she's gonna cry and cry and cry those first few nights. She sleeps in the P'n'P for my mom, she sleeps in a crib for the day care provider, but I anticipate tears and recriminations when her parents attempt either.

Also, much too gronkly for today's interview. Plus, so painfully unenthused about it. It's not so much that it's a big giant corporate entity, but that it's a BGCE with a massive statement of corporate philosophy that I must read, digest, and have intelligent opinions about before 1:30 today.

The statement is making me cry, it's so buzzwordalicious and so painfully long without saying anything much of substance. So far, if the gronk is permitting me to read correctly, I understand that there's not a ton of top-down micromanagement from the BGCE headquarters, that they try to hire the top 20% of applicants because it makes a better workplace, and that they believe in workplace parties. Really, none of it sounds all that bad, but why must it be so buzzwordy?