A sweat bee?...actually, I couldn't really tell you, that's just what my relatives called them. Apparently, they don't hurt too bad when they sting you. It's not like a honeybee?

That's neat. Positive and unexpected is always a good thing. It's like the Purple Tunnel of Doom people bursting into Lean on Me. In the daily trudge onward, it can be the simplest thing. Honestly, it is why I try to smile at strangers and be ridiculously friendly to fellow line people and cashiers even though it really isn't my natural state. If I'm the one nice person that day....though I still yelled "SMALL PEOPLE" at the guy who tried to cut in line at the carwash and then argue it was his right. (And, um, I may have flipped him off, but I'm rather ashamed of that.) My instincts are very less than perfect.

My co-worker is moonlighting at the local mega-market and says this is their top-selling week of the year, which really suprised me given all the food prep that goes in Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Fourth of July. I guess the media have done their job well with the "You must buy expensive gifts for Valentine's Day or YOU WILL DIE ALONE!" message.

Interesting. Valentine's Day didn't even occur to me.

I love the idea of a workplace where every alternate Wednesday the staff gathers and they serve cupcakes and release puppies into the conference room. Sort of puppy bowl + cupcakes.

This kind of was our workplace until recently.

The puppies would be magical non-allergic, non-peeing and non-pooping puppies, and the cupcakes would be incredible.

This is the part that didn't happen so much, and is why it is now "was." Cupcakes are still good though.

Aww, Jesse, that was sweet! But I bet Rob's hand hurt loads afterwards. And those other sign people couldn't lift their arms again for several days.

My parents caught another of the kittens! Provided it tames, it already has a home. Two more to go: the mother cat and another who I don't think is a kitten of hers, but I'm not sure.

Thank you for the birthday wishes. I had a FANTASTIC weekend and need to do an lj write up. Am exhausted though.

I have skimmed and caught up here - now on to bitches.

I should note, that something like 4 cats (one fully grown and savvy) in a month. They spent half of a year and only caught 2 (the first died of a congenital heart condition and my parents nearly quit, the second was successful to the point she sleeps on mom's head so they kept going.) So getting most if not all of the kittens AND Garfunkle ("their" outside tom) is rather amazing. It's as if the cats gave up and realized the trap lead to better things because they distrusted that thing so much for so long and it did no harm. Now it is disappearing their colony and they venture in anyway.

Today was really just much longer than it needed to be, especially since it's already subsumed a large chunk of tomorrow.

I've never been stung by a bee, either.

I love looking foward to a presidential press conference is a nice change of pace.

My high school journalism teacher just friended me on Facebook. Am freaked but I must friend her back because I admire her and she shaped so much of my writing style and educational outlook.

Why does that weird you out, Cashmere?

Is it weird that I'm not freaked out by anyone who has friended me on facebook? I don't really care who reads it. Incidentally, anyone who wants to be my friend, I am here: [link]

I could be linking that totally wrong.

I have been stung by a bee exactly once. It was unpleasant.

Incidentally, I wonder how many bee stings happened on the set of Pushing Daisies, and if that's the real reason the show got canceled.