Poor Casper! Ellie peed on my lap once and now, if she's sitting on my lap and I ask her if she has to go, she'll get up to head the the bathroom while saying, "No pee-pee mommy's lap!"

I've also had our dog Sebastian pee on my lap TWICE! Once while sleeping and once in the car. Both times very gross.

Again, shrift?

Ignoring the pee talk.

2 hivemind questions:

1) do others have a problem with in-ear headphones feeling like they are giving you mini-shocks?

2) has anyone taken worka t your own pace online courses? if so where from? were you satisfied? is price widely varied amongst institutions?

Again, shrift?

I do not know what my malfunction is this week, or what grudge coffee has against me. The last time, I was carrying a cup and the top just popped off, and there was a hot coffee fountain in my hand. This time, I bumped the coffee with the creamer, and since it had been filled nearly to the brim, there was a minor coffee splooge on the counter.

Picking up the cup to clean the splooge with napkins, however, caused a coffeesplosion all over my hand. The swelling and discoloration has finally gone down.

Right now I'm completely gronked and grumpy as hell, and trying not to KILL a user who is SHRIEKING at me about something I know nothing about, partly because it took FOUR DAMN e-mail exchanges for her to fucking TELL ME what the ACTUAL PROBLEM was.

t stabs universe in the face

Must be the day for it. Em got up by herself for no reason and came downstairs. I told her to go potty.

Two minutes later I hear "Daaaaaadddyyyyy!!"

Sho' nuff, she's standing in a river of pee having come this close to making it onto the potty.

I felt so bad for her. She was crying, saying "I sorry, Daddy" over and over until I assured her it was okay, I wasn't mad at her.

Then she got cleaned up and went back to sleep with Aimee. I got to let the dog out.

Oh, my god, how is it not even 10 yet?

passes Dana a cocktail through the internets

Here. I've found that copious drinking early in the morning makes the day go by much faster.

Oh, my god, how is it not even 10 yet?

Because the universe knows I had to go to bed before Torchwood finished ahemming last night, so it doesn't want me to ever go home and watch it, that's why.

I've found that copious drinking early in the morning makes the day go by much faster.

And yet, you yell at me for my four-martini breakfasts.

Dang. I'm going to have to ahem it, aren't I?

I have no discipline.