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Recovery~ma for your mom and coping~ma for you, erika.

Juliana, backflung.

I know there's more, but I cannot brain. I have the dumb. Got up relatively early (though nothing like early's going to be next week) to take the kitten to the vet for his first check-up. Seamus is healthy and almost over his kitty flu. Dr. V. says that we can introduce him to the other critters on Monday.

I was planning to work all day, but now I have to go down to Burbank to Ross DFL because they forgot to put the wallet I bought into the bag last night. I know that this is going to tempt me to look at their shoes (which I resisted yesterday). Bad Ross! No cookie. Possibly more money, though.

In other random clothing news, I finally have broken down and am culling all of my closets of the clothes that don't fit right now. I figure I'll box them up and then use them as a reward if/when I lose this extra weight. In the meantime, my closets are starting to be usable again rather than clogged with stuff in multiple sizes.

I'm pretty sure most things we watched my parents couldn't stand. I remember once either Dad or Mom commenting about Saturday Morning Bugs Bunny cartoons "But you've already seen it before!" and it didn't matter. You never knew with Bugs if it was going to be your favorite or maybe the cartoon you liked but didn't get played often.

I kind of liked the comfort of reruns.

Dukes of Hazard and A Team were probably things they couldnt' stand either.

Dukes of Hazard and A Team were probably things they couldnt' stand either.

One of my best friends from college (the MA actor whose work I occasionally pimp to the Somervillains) spent many years suffering through DofH because his baby brother loved it so. And somewhere he and the other older sib have a signed and witnessed statement by said baby brother officially proclaiming that "I do solemnly swear that I love the Dukes of Hazzard and I promise that I always will love it."

I suspect they're waiting to break it out and bust his older-and-wiser ass until his MFA graduation ceremony, or possibly until he spawns and his spawn latch onto Yo Gabba Gabba or some other monstrosity.

I loved The A Team, Airwolf, and MASH.

I still love MASH. The rest, nsm, though they do make me laugh.

Okay when we were in Vegas we went to this Bavarian restaurant / beer hall place and they had a full-on Bavarian band playing and they did a cover of The A Team theme.

Blech.

My boss (who is the Big!Boss for everyone here) just came by and said I have to take the candy off of my desk. Mind, I'm isolated-ish, and so the candy was kind of a ploy to get people to come visit and socialize (and then go away again quickly). But bosslady said she's gained 7 pounds since I joined the company, and so the candy needs to go. I'm afraid I was... not curt, but kind of "...and?" once she'd laid out her position. I don't need the explaining, just get to the fucking point and let me get rid of the offending crap. Which probably translated as hurt and bitchy. But - if there's criticism, I'll listen to it, ask for clarification if need be, and then I never want to talk about it again. I don't want to rehash it, I don't want to have it brought up again, I just want to correct it as quickly as possible and leave it. Otherwise, I get upset with myself for screwing up.

Which I probably need to tell bosslady. Sigh. People are hard. I need a drink.

starblazers. speed racer. and the bugaboos. the last could drive my mother from the house.

later, the first time I watched Harold and Maude, my mom caught a glimpse and also ran away

But bosslady said she's gained 7 pounds since I joined the company, and so the candy needs to go.

Um, or maybe that's her problem and she needs to STFU.

maybe that's her problem and she needs to STFU.

I think this as well, but she does own the company, and we are in the business of being in the public eye. So, what she says, goes. Literally, in this case.