Persey was a very good girl at the vet today. In a bit I'm heading down to Mom & Dads to celebrate Mom's day since I have to work tomorrow.

Yawn. Omnis, our bodies are having opposite problems. Yours won't let you sleep in, and mine won't let me fall asleep. It was 3:30 before I stopped looking at the clock last night. I got up twice this morning, as always, to tend to feline demands, and now I'm up for the day. I'm exhausted.

I'm running on tea today

t tacklehugs Laga just cuz

wheeeelah!

edit: ooops... I came very close to writing "Kristin" on a birthday card for my sister-in-law. Who is very much not named Kristin.

oh for goodness sakes this is wedding gift wrap. There was no way to tell when it was rolled up but when I unrolled it I those geometrc shapes turned out to be the bases of wedding cakes. Oh well, maybe she won't notice if I wrap it sideways.

New!Dog was very good last night. Slept in his crate all night without a peep. We all four went on a three mile walk this morning and by the last mile he was beginning to really get the whole "leash" thing. He's very sweet.

Oh, last night when J was walking him one of our neighbors who has a black poodle stopped him and they had a nice chat. He was very friendly and introduced himself "I'm Walter." Yes, it was Walter Koenig, our neighbor. Yes, Chekov is our new best friend.

what a lucky dog

meara, you have raised flirting to an art form. Your parties always sound like performance pieces, they must be so much fun.

I've disliked the GILF from the beginning, but I now realize it's just that she's been seriously outclassed by you.

What Burrell said.

Announcement: Eddie Izzard is fucking awesome.

But he needs a haircut, badly. It was approaching mullet-dom.

Teppy! Teppy and Izzard in the same arena, and me over here with strep throat (and two boys with same). Ima have to fire whoever is scheduling my life.

Cashmere, hopefully you're off re-charging by now, but I did read your post. I hope to heck HR gets this buyout straightened out. The grading was 1% off?!? Makes me want to take my f-ing foot, kick the right sort of dirt at him and say, "All fixed!"

As is the incident at the gym's daycare this week. Owen apparently took a toy knife and sort of put it up to the throat of a new member/mom who was checking out the day care center. She knelt down on the floor to say hello to him and he decided to play "pretend to cut a bitch."

I know they've taken them out now, but they shouldn't have had the play knifes in the pre-school anyhow. That's just dumb.

When Chris was in 1st grade (FIRST GRADE) he was playing zombies with his best friend/girlfriend. AT SCHOOL. And?...he bit her. BIT HER! BIT HER! In the first grade. And yes, I did ask him if she was white and square and looked like a tooth. Little shit said, "No and I didn't swallow her, either." Thank goodness he didn't break the skin and thank goodness we have a good relationship with this girl's parents. Also, neither Chris nor his friend seemed to think it was a big deal. They both were all like, "Well, we were playing zombies," as if that explained it all. Maybe it did. Maybe Owen's little bitch needed cutting.

I suspect Owen is totally fine. I asked him about knives and he said, "We don't cut friends" and "we only cut bananas"--the only thing I'll let him cut up with a butter knife. He must have seen one of my Buffy comics or possibly PotC because I can't see him getting homicidal urges from Noggin or Nick, Jr. programming

He is fine. He's just a little boy. They're mentalists.

I'm also stressed about having to go out and buy a new laptop, wanting to strangle my husband and my attitude-packin' two-year old.

Oh, Liv. You're supposed to be the easy one. What up?

Am trying to figure out what to wear as a top tomorrow: I'm going to a murder mystery party set in Vegas, where my character is a call girl named "Ivanna Fook." Ahem. So I figure fun sexy wig, stilettos, stockings, garter belt, tight black miniskirt...but am unsure on the top. Have to ransack my closet, I suspect. And make cupcakes. And I'm going to a dance class tomorrow afternoon right before the party. Ay!

I vote corset.