I was planning on bagging voting since there was nothing of issue, but the polls were still open when I got home, so I voted anyway.

If you're going to poke in the eyes and have the luxury of aiming precisely, go high and towards the nose. Sweet spot of nerve bundle and blood vessels--maximise the pain and the obscured vision.

Check.

Good luck to Teddy.

ETA: I second all of Jesse's questions, Sue.

Man, you're nice, bringing something for your own party!

It's a chance to practice my pie-making skills.

When's your last day?

Friday

Do you have time off in between jobs?

No, but it is a long weekend because of November 11. (Remembrance Day here)

And because it's still a Gov't job, they're just considering it a transfer, so I couldn't take time off without taking vacation time.

Are you freaking out?!?!

YES!!! I don't think I'm even going to get close to wrapping up things up before I go.

Much, much kitty~ma to Teddy.

Allyson, re the gigongulous Caramello bar, what scrappy said (the fact that she's actually no longer scrappy in no way diminishes the fact that she's bursting with scrappylicious wisdom).

I'm at home, eatting dinner.

I was about to say, "How could you be home eating dinner when you have to be at work at insane o'clock?" but then I realized that getting to work at insane o'clock naturally means that you get to leave work at SO UNFAIR TO THE REST OF US-THIRTY.

Er, not that I haven't been home for a half hour myself, but it's been a half hour of putting away dishes, toting recycling, wiping Matilda's nose every three seconds, and separating her from (a) wads of greasy paper in the recycling bin, (b) the toilet paper roll, (c) Hec's box of blank CDs, and now (d) all our wrapping paper and Christmas ornaments. I have managed to snarf some crackers and hummus in between the grabbage and wipeage, but that doesn't exactly count as eating dinner.

She does, however, remain ungodly cute. She's getting all up into our garbage and storage, but she's also very happily bopping and shaking her wee ass to the soundtrack to That Thing You Do! I'm not filming it because it'd be one of those horror movie things that instantly kills all viewers ded, only with cute instead of uncanny.

YES!!! I don't think I'm even going to get close to wrapping up things up before I go.

Meh. You'll wrap things up enough. Also, they'll know where to find you, right? Make sure they don't call too much. HAVE FUN!!

Also, they'll know where to find you, right? Make sure they don't call too much

Heh. I just got an email yesterday from my ex-boss, asking if I had started working on an annual project before I left, and if I had, where I would have saved it...I was like "I thought I did, but it was July, and the thing wasn't due until late August. It'd be saved in the usual place". I didn't say "Yeah, if you wanted to turn THAT in on time and keep the FDA happy maybe you shouldn't have laid off half the people?" because it was so not her fault. But geeeez.

ARGH! My nose is SO STUFFY. I feel fine, have a lot of energy, no other aches or pains, and yet, runny, stuffy nose. What the hell? Make it stop! I gots babies to visit! And other things to do!

The Unit wasn't as stupid but (ita avoid this spoiler) they killed the dancing singing guy! I don't really even remember the fucking song he sang, but it was a sweet scene.

I'm being odor annoyed. The zits have been doing a nasty evil cystic thing (I leave them alone and I end up with a bruise) and I broke out an alternate cream. Except it was the sulfur based one, which is perfumed and sulfury and even though I washed it off (as soon as I realized it was the rejected stuff) I can still smell it. Feh.

Pie!

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I read that as "Plei" and was very confused as to why she was a pie.