My kids never fail to be amused when I tell them to take drugs. It would likely not be as funny if they did.

I had a friend who had to very carefully say medicine, not drugs or she would get lectures from her kids

and in good news my kitty is waking up from his drugs. the vet assitant is finding him very funny. She called him a lightweight.

the vet assitant is finding him very funny. She called him a lightweight.

I can totally relate to poor lightweight kitty. Upon waking up from anaesthetic, after having my wisdom teeth out, I spent about twenty minutes insisting to my mother that Margaret Thatcher was going to kill us all. It was election season - 1997. Drugs of all sorts make me loopy (and amnesiac).

my youngest sister found mailboxes hysterically funny on the drugs from her wisdom teeth removal

They gave me just the faintest whiff which knocked me out and I woke up groggy and nauseated. You know what's not fun? throwing up when you've got four holes in your gums.

My brother was like an elephant - they had to give him more mid-surgery and he woke up high as a kite until he crashed and became sort of unbearable.

Maybe I'm a lil bit grumpy because of all the stuff going on at once, and wanting to rail at the idiot who stacked the work schedule so much. But the folks in the development office are organizing Valentines Day stuff for the theater. So it starts off kinda cute last week with:

On Friday, February 12th, have your Valentine "mailbox" outside of your cube, office or work table and come prepared to share valentines with your co-workers. Please feel free to be creative, extremely cheap, funny and/or thoughtful.

Our department plans to provide some sweets to share at the coffee station that day, as well.

There's no excuse not to participate, everyone - at minimum, you have trash can liners for a mailbox and post-it notes for valentines at your desk!

But then today it became:

One more thing: because I know EVERYONE will participate, plan to have valentines for about 40 people that day.

And suddenly it feels like first grade where you have to make a valentine for everyone, including the folks you want to choke the living shit out of.

I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm one of the few single folk with the company, and forced valentines seems rather against the spirit of giving them. Maybe it's just me feeling stressed. Either way, it's making me think twice about participating.

The idea of sharing Valentines with my co-workers gives me hives, but I'm an extremely uptight colleague with rock-solid boundaries.

That's ridic, omnis.