I could really get used to being only kinda broke as opposed to completely that way. I just paid the bills that come out of our 5/25 paychecks (we're paid the 10th and 25th) with enough money to spare that I triple-checked to make sure I hadn't forgotten to pay an important bill or record a big transaction. And then I realized that I haven't cried while paying the bills since 2007!

In less than a month I will have been single for EIGHT YEARS. Not uh, inactive that whole time, but still. EIGHT. WTF.

And how ridiculous is that?? Because smonster is a SEXY BEAST!! A...sexy MONSTER in fact!! HOT HOT HOT, she is! She can shake it like a polaroid picture! She can take care of things like an hot earth MOMMA! And talk circles of exciting theory round your head like an angel. What hope do the rest of us have, I ask you??

A while back, but just had to add my emphatic agreement. I mean, hotter than a hot thing!! (meara, too, FTR)

hotter than a hot thing!! (meara, too, FTR)

And the two of them in a room together? Yee-ow hot!!

So my question is - if I took a percocet approx 3 hours ago, is it ok to take a couple of Aleve now? I tried the percocet and ibuprofen cocktail last night but that didn't touch the head pain.

Totally fine. Just don't wash it down with scotch. (I would have a winkey emoticon here if I used them.)

Ok, so how do you tactfully suggest to a supervisor that when leaving a message on your home answering machine she might want to not ramble on for five minutes complaining about personnel issues that are confidential?

Last Friday, the house manager at one house called up to ask me if there was any way I could work there, rather than at the one I was scheduled at. This is not an insane question, and the other house is often able to be very flexible about things like that. The insane part was her complaining for five minutes about the nutjob who called in sick. Yes, there is much to complain about, but as supervisor it is not entirely appropriate for her to complain to me about him. She knows I am "safe" in that I won't get her into trouble for it. But it is terribly inappropriate for her to put that crap on my answering machine, for Daniel to listen to.

Totally fine. Just don't wash it down with scotch.

Heh. I'm reminded of a time when my one roommate had surgery, and we went to visit her immediately after (she was staying with her parents). Our one "friend" was an ICU nurse. And hooking up with our other roommate. Who had been hooking up with surgery roommate. Drama drama drama. So ICU Nurse gave the OK for surgery roommate to take her percosets with a big glass of long island ice tea...the better that she not notice that other roommate and ICU Nurse were heading off to get it on....

Wow, meara. I'm not sure I can even follow all of that!

That sounds like a Grey's Anatomy episode.

That sounds like a Grey's Anatomy episode.

...apparently you could say that about a lot of my life. Only with fewer doctors. And more lesbians.

Only with fewer doctors. And more lesbians.

Hopefully with fewer explosions, as well.