Boss just told me not to go to the meeting. Asked if I was up to it, and then sent me back to my desk because (in his words) I'd feel more comfortable there.

I'm totally weirded out. But at least I can put my nose back to the grindstone. Wait. Is it nose? Why would you want to do that? Sounds painful.

I really want fish tonight, but I have stuffing at home and frozen broccoli-stuffed chicken that it would go better with. (I've eaten chicken at 5 of my last 6 full meals, and Chef Boyardee ravioli at the 6th...)

I is still at work.

I can go home plz?

yes

Hell, I thin I should start a book club with Local-istas!

Yes, do! I would offer up my house for the meetings.

So, it's pouring rain, and so windy down by my office that my umbrella broke basically as soon as I got outside. Nice. So I waited until I got back to my neighborhood to buy a new one at the deli, and awesomely, they were not offering special rainy-day pricing, so it was just $3. I'm still pissed about the other one, though. And my hair is all wet.

Good thing you're not made of sugar.

Good thing you're not made of sugar.

She's mostly spice.

I traded art for sofa tonight. My excuses are I'm tired. Also, my tummy kind of hurts. Also, I am lame.

She's mostly spice.

And COWGIRL!!