Happy birthday to Kristin and Maria! I hope it was a good one, for both of you.

I have had a bit of a week. We are supposed to go out of town tomorrow/Saturday, but Franny started to get sick Tuesday night. Kept her home yesterday but no big deal. Decided to keep her home again today just to give her rest. This afternoon? Fever over 103. Poor noodle.

Happy Birthdays!

Poor Franny, that's no fun.

ita! I was thinking about you at work today because two of my coworkers independently decided to form a Joy Committee Junta and overthrow my reign of terror.

Also, I went to the social security office today, and the place reeks of pot and despair. If I ever get married, I might just keep my name rather than go back there. And I hate my name.

Joy Committee Junta, eh. What does that involve exactly? Do they strong-arm coworkers for donations so they can buy Sees?

Speaking of Sees... I *knew* I was forgetting something. I need candy.

I love Wanda Sykes.

I am in charge of the Fun Committee- LA branch. As far as I can tell, the Joy Committee Junta is running on a simple platform of overthrowing Fun. I told them their colors should be Pink and Gingham.

Wanda Sykes is very lovable.

On, poor Frannie.

Ali, you have a reign of terror?

Just saw a news crawl about an NY plane crashing into a house.

Apparently. I insist on pizza parties, dress-up days, Christmas parties, and cake. And I am really super bossy about it, which is why the committee has been a committee of one, essentially, for a really long time.

It turns out that I am fine with the idea of a committee so long as I am the only member of the committee. Efficiency! It rocks. But now I will have an additional member, and two of the other employees said that that is it for them. But they said it with a junta! Which is how I know they care.

Hey, is the guy from Rachel Getting Married the guy from Television on the Radio?

Yes, he is.

There's also an interesting factoid in the article about "hyena latrines" -- apparently only one hyena used a "latrine" area. Not, like, one at a time; one per latrine area. Ever. Kind of nifty.

Did I really want to wake up to the mental image of a hyena running through the African veldt, trying to Hold It until it gets to its own special latrine area...?

Really, hyenas should be classified as Bizarro-Dogs.

It turns out that I am fine with the idea of a committee so long as I am the only member of the committee.

Well, sure! That only makes sense. Committees suck. Doing stuff yourself is A-OK.

Yes, he is.

Huh.