I think that every email address gets three votes.

Tonight I made that creamy broccoli thingy I posted at the end of last week, and had it over rotini. I also crumbled some bacon over my portion.

It was good, but I think next time I'm going to use more garlic and add some good parmesan or romano (not from a can) to the heavy cream part of the recipe.

And I believe that I've now consumed my entire week's worth of vegetables AND fiber. I will be eating Laffy Taffy for the rest of the week.

(Okay, not really, but DAMN, that is a LOT of broccoli in one dish!)

It looks like someone slashed one of our screen windows while we were out yesterday. We suspect our upstairs neighbors, but of course we have no proof.

Um, why? Why the fuck would anybody do that? What the hell would be the point? People suck.

Um, why? Why the fuck would anybody do that?

Because they're douche nozzles. And we didn't even call the police on them last weekend. See if I do them that courtesy again.

Only a half hour to go, and we're up almost four hundred votes! Suck it, permaculture garden. And tomorrow is Mardi Gras and we're having a party at work for it... Hell yeah! Thank you so so much to everyone who voted and tweeted and reposted and got others to vote. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful and humbled by your willingness to help. And now I'm going to shut up before I jinx it.

Foster Kitty did pee in my closet last night, but by some miracle it only got on a plastic bag and a skirt and belt I was getting rid of anyway, so I just chucked it all.

And now I need to sleep.

And because it deserves its own post, peace and strength to your friend, bonny.

Holy shit. I got a call tonight from my manager. Our system is still fried from the crap that went down earlier today. I don't have to go in to work tomorrow!!!! Holy shit - a virtual snow day!

Sadly, we are also getting some real kind of snow (supposedly). But, you know, WHOOHOOO!!!!

Oh, bonny. Much peace and joy and grace to walk with grief to you and yours.

~ma for Bonny and all yours.

and hooray for smonster, that's the happiest ending resulting from cat pee ever.

thanks for all the for the kind words. i think i'm feeling better today. the true test will be in an hour when i sit down for 4 consecutive hours of dispatch training on a slow night. while it probably won't be reaffirming, it at least won't be kicking my ass like saturday and sunday nights were.

eta the frosting was delicious (cream cheese that i had brought in for cupcakes already decimated) and i stocked up on more crappy chocolate today....but at least i know and expect it to be crappy mass produced vd candy.

erin, you're so capable of handling this. Sure, it's a new skill set, and a different environment than calling a show, but you could handle being a stage manager, so you can totally handle dispatching.