Kat--maybe we can do lunch Friday? I'm pretty jammed up the rest of the week.

The guy two cubes down sent me an email titled "Very Fierce" and I don't want to read the rest of it.

It would be very convenient if more native English speakers could actually write in the language so I wouldn't have to ask for clarification--and it would be sensible if I didn't get self-conscious about it. Hrrm.

I did it for my daughter’s father.

How incredibly selfish of him to make her have to split him into two people, one of whom me has to be decent to.

Cuteness Alert!!!

Baby fox: [link]

Baby raccoon: [link]

Baby polar bear: [link]

Baby giraffe: [link] [link]

I did it for my daughter’s father.

I seriously need to stop reading about douchebag fathers right now.

What happens when penguins break into your house: [link]

Jesus. What a fucker.

I'm guessing too that at this stage in the game, you don't really know what you're going to do going forward, so not making things even more public by refusing to attend and shifting more attention/speculation to yourself probably has its appeal.

Just got off a conference call with clients in Houston and London. Two of the people on the call were in London, but one was an American and the other had a Russian accent. My boss and I were disappointed we didn't get to hear any British accents....

Hee! Was just coming here to ask why it is that people with British accents can get away with so much more in meetings than the rest of us. Just came out of a planning session and this guy who transferred recently from London was all "ok, this is fucking crap" and "no fucking way" and "so-and-so will fucking pee himself" all over the place and nobody bats an eye. I don't think I could get away with that.

It just sounds so much more cultured.

The McGreevy's have been he said/she said from the start with this. His people saying "she knew for a long time" and hers saying "this was a complete shock". I suspect the truth lies somewhere intbetween and was amped by both for the divorce case (which seems to have been particularly ugly).

not making things even more public by refusing to attend and shifting more attention/speculation to yourself probably has its appeal

I don't know. I'm going to applaud the first shat upon wife who wakes up from that press-conference stupor they all appear to be in (mandated sedation?), shakes her head and says, "WHAT am I doing here?" then walks off.

Appearances are one thing, compounding your pain by furthering whatever facade your marriage has turned out to be, seems quite another.

Huh. And now I know something about Damascus steel, and why stainless steel is (mostly) stainless, and... stuff!

Share with the class, Emily!