Ok, I am obviously in too much pain and too exhausted to exist. I am positively crying over Old Navy not wanting to give me a $10 refund on the Second-Day Shiping that wasn't.

Bah. Happy Friggin' New Years.

Yeah, Aims and I are dealing with 2007' Last Ditch Attempt to Fuck With Us.

For no discernible reason whatsoever the alarm clock did not go off. I am prepared to swear on a stack of whatever holy/unholy texts you care to provide that this is NOT a case of "Joe hit snooze so many times the clock said 'Fuck you, then, I don't know why you bothered to turn me on in the first place, fine, get fired, see what I care. Fuckcake.'" The alarm was ON, the volume was ALL THE WAY UP and yet...no wakey, not until my mother called wondering if we were, in fact, going to drop Da Punk off with her as previously discussed.

Turns out to be not so bad on my end; my supervisor is not in today, as it turns out, and nobody else gives a fuck. So, c'est la vie an' junk.

Don't know how Aims' boss is doing with her, and with her back feeling all the pain (what is it, contagious lumbago or some shit?) I'm sure she's feeling the "2007 can just Suck It" spirit.

How's everyone else's NYE thus far?

Oh, and bt: Gharlaks have a weak spot, right above their jernallagrum, right of their fortoth sensory organ. If you have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with one, stick an icepick or similar in that spot and vigorously stir until the Gharlak screams a perfect e-flat note (their death cry) and there are no lumps in the viscera.

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES attempt to board their mother ship and upload a virus. Their forces are NOT dependent on the mother ship's continuing function and their computers are not networked as it is against the religious teaching of Harbalvon the IV.

OMGTrafficHELL this morning. Not many people on the road, but not one of them apparently realized the roads were icy. People! When you walk out your front door and slip on the sidewalk, have to scrape ice off your car, and then slide a bit on the road in front of your house...the roads are icy.

All major feeders from NoVA into DC were shut down to some extent. I passed an SUV whose entire roof was sheared off. And my DH had to drive through blood, literally.

Sox, in exchange for the orange sippy cup I have a water and an apple juice left in my car. I'm thinking I came out the winner on that trade, or Mal did.

DCistas (and visiting brenda and java), next time I'm not bringing the toddler, so I can actually talk to you guys! But nice to see you.

I'm way hung over today, but sadly not from alcohol. I think I have PTSD (Parent of Toddler Stress Disorder), combined with Too Much Good Food syndrome.

late eta - wrt: rolling eyes - continuing to save me from myself, I should have said.

My sympathies to Aimee. Too bad the fix for a screaming toddler is not the same as the fix for a screaming back.

the roads are icy.

this is something that only happens in the northern states. It is not a federally approved action and therefore does not exist.

seriously? I was always boggled at the combination of freakout and lack-of-sense that came to Charlottesville whenever the weather got cold.

I was always boggled at the combination of freakout and lack-of-sense that came to Charlottesville whenever the weather got cold.

This is a running joke in Northern VA. I think, though, that a big part of the problem is that people have to get up and drive to work before they are really awake. There's always an awful lot of bumperlock and slow reactions and general brain-not-on in the morning (more so than the rest of the day).

When I'm King of the World, workdays won't have to start so early. Or involve commuting.

Poor Aimee's back!

Miracleman, sorry about the alarm fuckus.

Even up here in Wisconsin, people sometimes think they can beat the elements and drive like the roads aren't ice & snow covered. DH did finally complete our emergency kit for the van. He was so cute and went out and bought a giant duffle bag to keep the sleeping bag, extra hats & gloves, hand warmers, batteries and lamp and a 4lb bag of licorice whips.

And in the unending saga of Owen, he's currently using his Tyranosaurus Rex to devour Olivia's lamb slippers. I distinctly heard the words "sheep's liver."

4lb bag of licorice whips.

These should have their own duffel bag. Along with Cherry coke and cheese popcorn.

Dylan decided to celebrate the passing of 2007 by skipping his first nap this morning and instead spent the better part of 3 hours making emphatic loud screechy noises that I'm sure were meant to communicate something. Possibly something along the lines of "CHECK OUT HOW LOUD I CAN SCREECH!!! AW, YEAH, SCREECHING!!!! WOOOOOOOT!"

Thankfully, he's asleep now. Let us hope that this nap makes up in length for the missing of nap #1.

[eta: Oh, and I am over my Stomach Ick of the past few days, and instead woke up to find that I had been invaded by communists at some time in the middle of the night. What fun. Not.]