Yeah, I zeroed in on the "Love, Owen" part too. Although it can't feel good in the slightest. We're just still recovering from the first "I HATE YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU" from a few months ago.

I was stunned, but came back with, "Well, I don't like you much right now. Still love you, but like you? Nope. You're a pretty unlikable little twerp right now."

It immediately turned the fury into stunned disbelief.

When I was volunteering in his classroom this morning, his teacher put him in another group and he didn't get to do my center first. It wasn't even my fault! I didn't choose the groups. But somehow, I was supposed to overrule his teacher and make it better.

Distant aunties only get good notes. Works for me.

When I was volunteering in his classroom this morning, his teacher put him in another group and he didn't get to do my center first. It wasn't even my fault! I didn't choose the groups. But somehow, I was supposed to overrule his teacher and make it better.

Aw, Owen honey.

That note is killing me.

Poor noodle. He has no idea how much more rooining he has ahead of him.

Important announcement: Target has Batman Easter grass. It's shredded paper with the bat symbol printed on it and could be used for any of your Batman-oriented shredded paper needs.

HALP! Tweetbaggery.com has eated my brain.

Got scolded last Thursday for bad time management including "wasting hours" providing fresh seasonal flowers in the house where "no one sees them" (after getting lots of feedback about how wonderful they were from various visitors)(after getting lectured on making a good first impression to visitors). This morning there was a panic that there were no pretty flowers to be had for the former-executive-boardmember brunch.

My apartment is filled with forced hyacinths and saucer magnolia, thankyouverymuch. I look forward to the ranunculus and anemone that I'll be taking home once they begin to bloom. It will take me about two minutes to put them in a pretty basket and cover the soil with moss.

I want to hit things.

Not because I'm in a bad mood or anything.

Just because hitting things is fun and I haven't hit anything for a long time.

Miss that.

I own an iron. It's around here somewhere.

I own one, and I know exactly where it is, but I have convinced myself that it will blow up if I ever try to use it. (seriously--I've dropped it a few too many times)

There are nearly fifty bottles in there.

I'm also going to send a few more. I had hoped it would happen today, but tomorrow is now more likely.

Oh, is it possible to get polish without having anything to give? I would be all over that, if it's not too late.

Of course. I will put you on the list after Amy. I need your address.

(and your soul)

Is there a Chicago stop? I'd be up for giving and taking.

There isn't yet, but I will add you after Jesse. Send me your address, please.

Speaking of nail polish, my order from Fabulous Street arrived. Yes, I really did need a(nother) black with holographic glitter polish.