He said, with his sweetest smile on his face, "It says, 'I love you, Mommy!'"

Bwah!

I am not really familiar with Izzard (::waits for Buffista card to be revoked :: ) but I do like Minnie Driver. What I don't need is a show I can't follow that everyone doesn't love, I suppose.

I found the Riches fairly unwatchable myself, and I love Eddie Izzard.

Me too. I admit, I prefer him more in a dress, but aside from that, I didn't like the whole sword of Damocles vibe, and the characters weren't engaging enough to drag me in despite it.

I feel almost guilty about my workday, given the bad one others are having. I turned in a big multi-option presentation proposal I've been working on for days, my boss picked the easiest and least convoluted option, and I got to sit back and watch the fireworks as a couple of people I report to at our sister company informed an outside consultant that I do not report to her, and requests for changes should not cut them out of the approval process. (Cue what read to me as a very passive-aggressive "Yes, Massuh!" response—whoo boy, hope I'm carbon-copied on the reply to that one!)

yes, damn you Matt. I highly resent you and your nice day. And that goes for anyone else who had a great day. Raspberries to you all!

(Actually, I prefer my misery alone, I hate it when I have to share the self-pity with someone else. It's mine, damnit! So it's nice when someone else has a great day, so I can compare it to my own bad day and wallow even more than I already was.)

I treated myself to a nice pair of Bogs so I can be fashionable mucking around in the dirt at my new job, so today wasn't all bad.

That just sucks, Juliebird. And what everyone else said about letting it go, and letting karma bite her in the ass.

I did go to Trader Joe's, but still need to locate a popcorn supplier.

I've pretty much decided to do a cleanse (okay, well, juice feast) at the end of the month. I've been warned to go gentle with myself, so it's only going to be three days, and it's going to have a lot of volume. And it's three days I'm off work.

I'm almost looking forward to it, weirdly. Time needs to move faster right about now.

Okay, let me get back into this one chunk of work product.

Juliebird, that sucks. It sounds like a recipe made for failure, upset and disaster and that you were caught up in all of that.

I have just found out that the school I left needs to find 3 6th grade English/History teachers all for one track (of three). I would be interested in applying, but I left in a hurry 3 days in this year so doubt that I'd be wanted back.

Also, I have realized that the precise thing that makes my current job uber-flexible, which I love, is precisely the thing that I find rally difficult and irritating. It's a conundrum.

I got my hair chopped today. So instead of looking like old shit, I look like "years younger" shit (the quote is from Noah's day care person).

You always look lovely, Kat. So there. And it can't hurt to send out a trial balloon at the old school, right? The worst case scenario is just "no" right?

Julie, chalk (chock?) that one up to..IT SUCKS, THE MEANIES.

I have 2 ecuadorean products in my home: one a handcrafted silver bracelet my aunt gave my mother after her stint in Ecuador in the 60s Peace Corp. The other? BANANAS. I'm not sure why this amuses me.

I'm about to upload new pics of the new hair AND Gracie.

How much are 8 G iPhones usually? Because AT&T is selling refurbed ones for $249.