How would yall approach anything with a coworker

so subtly they would probably never notice I was into them.

I threw up on a bunch of people after a Presidents of the United States concert. good times.

I'm in NJ right now. Our neighbors had a party tonight. People have gone home now, and now the neighbor, completely drunk, is putting all the bottles in the recycling bin while singing "Free Fallin'." It's hysterical to listen to.

Hi there, Victor! I don't believe we've met?

I am arguably the last person in this or any other universe to hand out dating advice, but I say: Seize the day! Ask her out for a coffee! God, somebody out there needs to be having some of the dating luck I'm so markedly failing to experience right now.

mmmMmm somebody's money smells like jasmine tea

My husband and I met at work, so it does actually work out sometimes. My roommate was friends with him and invited him to my birthday party, and the rest is history. Not exactly, since he had a girlfriend at the time, but that's not the point of my story. If you have a mutual friend who could get you in the same place that's not work it would be a good start.

Count me in also among those who had a great puking on a first date experience. It was my college boyfriend and we stayed together over 2 years. I have not touched vodka and Red Bull since, however.

ugh, how many times do you let someone make the same mistake? Last time this happened Help Desk was very cross with us and it took them hours to fix. Tonight they can't even fix it, they have to call the company that makes the software in the morning. It's the second time we've done this and it was the same person both times. Is it wrong for me to tell her she can't touch the computer anymore?

Victor, I'm seconding Fay's "ask her out for coffee". Alternatively, if you get lunch breaks at the same time, ask her if she wants to grab some lunch. The advantage of these is, if she is completely uninterested, it's not hard to turn down without causing your ego to crash and burn. And you can always play it off as a friendly invitation to avoid awkwardness.

I am awake. I do not want to be awake. However, there are currently six people in this three-bedroom single-story house, and everyone else is awake, so that pretty much means that I am, too.

Ooh, I like WindSparrow's idea.

Last night Annabel managed to scare us to death. We'd put her to bed and thought she was sleeping there because everything was quiet. DH was upstairs playing a game on his computer, and I was downstairs judging a writing contest entry on the laptop.

Around midnight I heard a thumping noise and looked up to see Annabel rolling down the stairs. At some point she'd gotten out of her room quietly enough that neither of us noticed and then must've fallen asleep right at the top of the staircase. Fortunately our staircase is split, so she only fell down half a flight, and she was moving slowly enough that she didn't crash into the wall when she landed. Still, I thought she must be badly hurt. It was horrible. She didn't even make a sound until after she stopped moving, and then she was whimpering so miserably.

I felt like I was moving in slow motion, but DH and I got there in seconds. We snuggled her while we looked for knots on her head, made her move her arms and legs, asked her how many fingers we were holding up, and made her spell her name. Eventually we decided that she really was OK, that she'd somehow fallen down half a flight of stairs without hurting herself. And this morning she's fine. She woke up while I was posting this and came downstairs. I asked her if she remembered it, and she said yes, and that all the owies were gone now. And she's her normal happy, bright self.

But I swear it took a full hour for my heart rate to return to normal last night...

Aieeeeeeee, Susan!

Note to self: don't move into a home with stairs until Dylan is 25.

DH and I watched Finding Nemo last night b/c he interviewed the writer (who also wrote the upcoming Wall-E) and holy fuck the opening scene? We were both in little puddles on the floor. This is the first time I've rewatched it since becoming a parent. That movie should come with a warning label.