I just discovered that javachik used to work with my boss. HA! Oh, Buffistas. So, yeah, java, all those nice things I've been posting about my boss? That's her.

I would kill and eat someone here to get ahold of Willow's Publication Charm...don't take that wrong.

"If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies." ~Faulkner

Is it bitchy of me to be pissed that DH ate all the really good salad greens that I bought during the week for lunches and replaced them with a supermarket bag salad mix? It is, right? And I should get over it before he gets home so it doesn't turn into A Thing?

I mean, he probably thought he was being really thoughtful by replacing them and even bought Earthbound Farms, which I'm sure to him says "organic, just like Jess buys" and not "giant corporate agri-business who was part of that salmonella spinach recall last year."

(We have the same fights over him buying Horizon milk. IMO buying from an organic factory farm completely defeats the purpose. He's missing the gene that allows him to retain this information.)

Is it bitchy of me to be pissed that DH ate all the really good salad greens that I bought during the week for lunches and replaced them with a supermarket bag salad mix? It is, right? And I should get over it before he gets home so it doesn't turn into A Thing?

I totally get the frustration - those bagged salads, even the best of them, have a weird taste to them. But I doubt you can get him to really grok what the problem is. I think your best chance at it is to present it to him in a "I really appreciate how you went out of your way to get the good Earthbound Farms stuff. I know this is completely picky, but I just do not like the flavor of the bagged stuff. So I hope you don't mind but from now on, to prevent mix-ups, maybe I should put a label on the greens I get specially for my lunches," or some such.

I'm sorry, Jessica. I could see my dad doing the same thing and my mom getting annoyed by it, too. It sounds like he was trying to be thoughtful, which is something.

Well, the police, in the form of one nice young man, have come and gone. Officer Glenn, who could be McGee's southern cousin, did try to dust for prints, but the surface wasn't good for it. Or they were wiped off. Anyway, it doesn't look like anything was stolen. (My landlord has the neatest storage shed I've ever seen.) And I ended up putting in some nails to keep things as secure as they'll get without a new lock and hasp.

Thus endeth the first 15 minutes of Law & Order: Carrboro.

{{Jess & E}} I think it probably comes under either the pick your battles clause or the agree to disagree clause. Maybe might be covered under the can't teach an old dog new tricks part of the contract.

Jess, I use a formula for that kind of thing based on 1) how much I care and 2) how often does it happen.

So Jon leaving his belts everywhere is high for 2 but low for 1= no fight.

Also sweetiehead just called to let me know there's a pro choice rally at the bar!

I also got spam from Teppy. I feel included!

I was feeling left out of the Teppy spam, but just checked my secondary email account and had email from her. Now I feel all included and shit.

Hey, I got Teppy spam too, in my spam filter! I feel all validated. And if that had popped up in my inbox I'd have opened it quite quickly, because, hey, Teppy!

You guys are awesome! I'm amused at how many of the e-mails/comments I've gotten have been along the lines of, "Well, I knew it wasn't REALLY from you, because the punctuation was all fucked up!" My friends in IT, however, have been Sam-the-Eagle serious in telling me to scan my computer for malware, etc.

And for anyone who cares, I used to use a first name underscore last name @yahoo email address, but a couple of years ago started using that as my "spam" account. I check it occasionally. My "real" account is first name DOT last name@yahoo now.

I have noted this for future spamming.

Jessica, it occurs to me to wonder whether he truly doesn't get that there's a difference or if he prefers the good stuff and is trying to pass off the bagged stuff to you (I've spent a lot of time dealing with passive-aggressive nonsense, so this could be just me).

Jess, I get it. I bought a bunch of cheese and bacon to top all my frozen dinners. So this morning i saw Joe eating bacon and i was all "that's not MY bacon, is it?" which I then realized me sound like an ass but he was interfering with my plan.