Can I waste the rest of the day looking at lolcats?

Only if you link to the good ones.

The main reason I am ever up for trying to meet other parents is for playdates. Playdates = occupied kid or alone time. None of my friends have kids mac's age.

I'd like to get more playdates and such for Annabel, and I've got to plan her birthday party for next month.

It's just when I actually looked at my calendar for this weekend, which I hadn't done until my first post, it just made me want to cry, because I'd forgotten or not known about this stuff, and I'd been so looking forward to what I thought was a large block of unscheduled time. It's not like all or even most of it would've been free time, but it still looked relaxing because it would've been just familiar, ordinary things, either by myself or with AB and/or DH. And work has been really stressful lately, so I was looking forward to getting a chance to recoup my energy a bit before plunging in for another week. And the last two weekends have been tougher than normal because DH has been busy with a freelance project, leaving me as sort of the de facto single parent where we usually kind of trade off so each of us gets some alone time on weekends.

You know, I think I will skip the brunch. And probably the writer thing. The party tonight is something I promised DH, and the political thing is both important to me and relatively painless because it has a purpose and therefore doesn't force me to flail for small talk.

Marseilles, IL, is where the main Doppler radar is located for the Chicago area, so it's constantly referenced on the weather reports.

Don't forget Mar-SAILS (for Marseilles).

You have a Marseilles? Indiana has a Versailles! Pronounced to rhyme with yours.

::cries::

Megan, I recommend against ever traveling to New Orleans, if the mangling of French makes you cry.

Chartres!

Holy mother of god, I've become that person who sends out a multipage email to the group with convoluted explanations and strange details and Houston, we may have a problem at 10 to 5 on a Friday, asking for feedback and suggestions.

I hate that person.

And! That person is doomed to not get any responses until middle through the week when everyone who ignored it Friday and Monday remembers they didn't reply.

I hate that person.

My coworkers have been peeing ourselves over this video [link]

Megan, I recommend against ever traveling to New Orleans, if the mangling of French makes you cry.

Louisiana, like Quebec, can be forgiven by my ears, if only because they keep the dream alive.