Yikes, Ginger! I'm glad you're ok and it wasn't a fire-fire.

Congrats, Hil! That's exciting! I hope you get it.

My Mother's Day was spent traveling back from Indiana. We met up with my in-laws to celebrate my SiL's Master's Degree. We had a nice dinner and lunch with the fam and the kids got to swim in the hotel pool. But it was a gruelingly long trip for such a short visit.

Wow, Ginger. Glad to hear you're OK.

Congrats, Hil, and job~ma for the last stage there!

Know what I love? Getting a phone call first thing in the morning accusing me of belittling and humiliating someone because they are not a homeowner and then threatened with a bag of shit on my desk.

I've finally stopped crying. Monday can suck my ass.

Oh, Aims. I'm sorry your day started with such a scum-sucking poor excuse for a human being. It's a shame you couldn't say, "Oh, you're going to come here and sit on my desk?"

My day started with the smell of melted motor. By the end, the house was full of smoke and I spent about an hour after the excitement was over trying to flush some of it out with fans. I didn't mean to leave you without further updates, but my computer kept crashing every time I tried to open Outlook. I have to figure that out this morning after I update the HVAC company on the extent of the repair to expect and deal with a rain of toads.

Yikes, Ginger, glad you're all right! That's scary. Was there much damage? Also makes me think of getting my heat pump serviced.

It's a shame you couldn't say, "Oh, you're going to come here and sit on my desk?"

Exactly what I thought! Stupid motherfucker.

Yeah, it's Monday. Guess who just woke up? That would be me. Guess who hasn't called in yet because she's terrified of admitting yet another screwup? Me again. I went to bed on time and everything. I just don't know what to do anymore.

~ma to all.

smonster, do you have a friend who can call in the morning to wake you up and talk you out of bed? I did that for a friend of mine in college who needed to make an 8 a.m. french class or he'd fail out.

{{{{Bitches}}}}

lisah, my parents did that for me for quite a while. I really hate to ask again, as it's one more "proof" that I'm not an adult, but I guess I may have to. Argh.

Frankie is blissed out in the sunny grass. Lucky pup.

What time do you need the call, smonster? A friend of mine did that for me for a while, when I was still working in the office and could not get there at 9am to save my life. (9am! Who can't be up and dressed and at work at 9am with a fifteen-minute commute? ME.) I'd be glad to pay it forward. Now that I don't have to leave my house, I'm usually up at 5am.