I usually try to be honest (I can get too focused on a task and making something perfect even if there isn't time/necessity for it to be) but quickly transition into talking about how I try to work around my "weakness" (by being very aware of project deadlines and working out what customer expectations are). So far that's worked okay I think. Who knows though, really?

I'm worried about my company changing our insurance this summer. If my gyno doesn't take it I'm going to FLIP OUT.

I would like to see someone answer the question with "That question is the Kobayashi Maru of interviews," just to see what happened.

In the software development biz that answer might land you the job.

Now I'm tempted...

I feel I will reply "How much I hate that question!"

See, now I feel like that's a totally legitimate response.

I don't think there is a good answer because it's a dumb question. It's just crappy interview filler.

Would Katie Roiphe condemn my Facebook photo of myself as a child?

Hey, cat people, I can't hope that my big cat has lost weight because he's been, like, chasing his tail more or something? It's probably some horrible expensive chronic condition that's causing the weight loss, right? He doesn't act sick, ftr, he's eating fine and not peeing on inappropriate things more than usual (like, he peed on a trashbag we left on the floor upstairs this weekend but that's his normal way).

I am so tired of spending money at the vet.

Timelies all!

lisah, if he's eating fine, not acting sick, etc., you probably shouldn't worry about the weight loss.

I've had an '81 Isuzu I-Mark Diesel coupe (AKA, my Dream Car), an '84 Mazda 626, and co-possessed a '98 Honda Civic, a '90 Honda Civic, a '98 Saturn SL (worst car ever), and a '07 Honda Civic. This is not counting the '91 Civic Paul had while I still had my Mazda, as I think I drove it twice.

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Our car loyalties, they are obvious.

lisah, any chance that he's been eating less/moving more with the warm weather?

Except for you non-American types, you all have to buy your own car company, sorry.

We own about a dozen worthless banks over here. We don't need no car company. I keep wanting to say "You work for me, you know," to tellers who complain about my bank balance, but I'm guessing it wouldn't get a good reception.

Note to self: The Girl unpacked the entire apartment, all by herself. If you value your life and/or future marriage, refrain from complaining about the mess. Really. (There should be warning signs on messy people, so that control freaks with OCD are at least able to prepare ourselves before we go out with them.)