I was woken up at 8:30 by someone pounding on the front door and shouting something that sounded like "I sleeped in front of your house!"

um, could it have been "I slipped in front of your house!"

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everyone should be home and happy - I declare it.

Mostly because i am now off 'til the 27th.

why didn't anyone explain that blogging is addictive. ( ok , I knew , that is why I haven't done it until now)

y'all can entertain yourself here when everyone is sleeping

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One of the higher up muckity mucks at work can't be lowered to buy coffee from the vending machine, yet doesn't want to keep a coffeemaker in their office (or cubicle six times the size of a help desk workspace).

So they put a brand new Mr. Coffee machine on the three feet of counter space left in the employee lunch closet room.

The only reason I bring this up, is I'm not quite sure of what to make of the LCD timer. It's digital, yes, but shows a representation of an analog clock.

Maybe it's just me, but it seems odd. (see picture)

yeah my parents have that coffee maker. Have you heard the lovely repeated shrill beep it emits to tell you the coffee is ready? It may be the worst sound you could possibly hear before coffee in the morning. The little analog clock is kind of cute, though. It shows you how long the coffee has been sitting by filling in the space behind the second hand. Still I'm happier with my $2 plastic funnel thing because it never beeps at me.

The lead story on The Morning Show this morning? How much snow Boston's got. Apparently, we've gotten 21+ inches in the last week. We broke a record or something. Usually we get most of our snow in January. I guess Mother Nature felt badly that I was going to be in St. Thomas for January, so She got a head start. That evil Mother Nature.

Yes, vw, the snow in Boston is All Your Fault.

Timelies, all!

I'm at work and feeling like I really don't want to be here. I am also currently so large that my belly is pushed against the table when I get close enough to the keyboard to type. This is only a big deal because my belly button is so stretched out that it hurts to have it pushed against the desk. Wah!

grr, the commuter rail in my neck of the woods is FUBAR'd and my nice neighbors have offered to take me to a relatively nearby subway line. However, these very nice neighbors are TAKING THEIR DAMN SWEET TIME ABOUT it and I'm frustrated. ugh.

Poor Stephanie! That sounds terribly uncomfortable.

Oh, Nora. That's sucky.

Holy Shit! Check out the review of my the choral group my brother and SIL are in. They had their first (of a series) of Christmas concerts last night. And this review is amazing: [link]

Nora, I hate stuff like that. I had something similar when a friend was taking me home, but she wanted to run errands first, and I was very anxious to go get Ellie, but how can you complain, you know? I hope they hurry up!