"OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand" as they walk down the stairs.

Awwwwwwww. Cutiehead!

The office was being moved by Burnham Movers and the tall office plants had been put in moving boxes. He kept saying, "Look, it's Birnam Wood" and nobody got it.

::snerkity snerk:: I make dorky jokes like that all the time. If they're pop-culture-related, Chatty!co-worker gets about 90% of them (leading him to taunt me about my anorak).

OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand"

::melts::

Emeline got into a pre-school yesterday!! She starts Turtles on January 8th!

Yay Em's Turtledom! How fun for a toddler to say, "Ima Turtle!" With the subtext of and yur NOT, nyah, nyah.

My office is covered with snowman guts. The dog took apart a dog toy. Who would have thought the snowman to have had so much fluff in it?

Hah! I could have told you.

We're in mourning right now, acutally, because the favorite toy (monkey!) has been utterly and completely dismembered. I found the head on the landing as I was coming up last night, and limbs every couple of stairs. Kind of freaky, I'll tell you what.

It wasn't really her fault, though - the monkey got left outside and froze to the porch, and I think she was just really trying to get it up so she could play with it. And I can't believe how sad I actually am about it.

Amazingly, Bartleby has kept his beloved stuffed Eeyore intact for a couple of months now. Usually, it's guts all around within an hour or so. Eeyore no longer grunts, but he still squeaks and crinkles. And looks ridonkulous hanging from the Bboy's mouth.

Okay, I'm going to wait until after my noon client appointment to confront my landlord.

I'm seriously flipping out like a mammal...which is odd for me. I just can't get a handle on why I'm so nervous about this.

He doesn't deserve my anxiety and my surrogate mom asked me last night (once again) to move back in with her and Gordon. I don't want to do that, by any means, but it's a safety net.

But why am I even thinking about safety nets! I don't need one!! The landlord is so...himself...that he won't try to throw me out and, frankly, his jackholery over the years can't get any worse.

Ack. I'm feeling pretty weak.

Hooray preschool!

good luck & calm, powerful negotiating ~ma Beej!

I can hear him saying, "OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand" as they walk down the stairs.

Awwwww.

The office was being moved by Burnham Movers and the tall office plants had been put in moving boxes. He kept saying, "Look, it's Birnam Wood" and nobody got it.

Dude! That's comedy gold right there! Your poor friend, stuck with such jackanapes.

Good luck, Beej!

Had a great shift last night - it was kind of a tryout, so I hope they ask me back.

OH! Computer and Internet! How I missed you.

Somehow, running a full computer diagnostic was not how I intended on spending my morning. But, I'm so glad it ended up being a simple fix! YAY COMPUTER!

And now I go off and write my papers...or at least get them started...