I learnt that the TJ's near work is random and capricious in stocking jarred pears. I bought jarred peaches, but I know it's not the same. I just felt futless. Which is apparently not a word, according to Opera.

Why am I still at work?

Right. I had a point to prove on a Reply All email.

I am done with this dog.

There's not enough cute to make up for that, especially when it's not your dog.

No kidding. Esp. because the dog disemboweled the easter baskets I made for the NICU to get into the chocolate.

I'm just sort of on edge and angry today and dog isn't making it better. Dog is now an outside only dog.

Oh dear, dog.

Oh Kat, I'd be pissed.

Futless isn't a word? It should be.

Dog. Way not to be a good houseguest. Yikes.

Edited because this dog clearly ain't a god.

I'm especially pissed because I made the cupcakes for the birthday TWICE already (the first batch, made with CI recipe in all of its fussiness had burnt bottoms. Our oven temp must be off!) and now I have to make YET ANOTHER batch.

Am. Not. Amused.

EEEE!!! Just received my Sting tickets in the mail. Oh, June, why must you be so far off??

And eek, Kat! Bad dog. And poor you.

Good lord, Kat. I'd be going to the store next.

sigh.

Also, I'm extremely peeved because a student who wanted to be in academic decathlon and was subsequently moved was told she had to return to her advisory because the other teacher was refusing the move and won't sign her out.

REALLY? REALLY? This teacher (whose husband and brother also work at the school --- hellloooooo nepotism!) gets the right to dictate a kid's extra curricular activity? My team's theory is that the teacher was offended and her feelings were hurt that she wasn't consulted or that the students don't want to be in leadership anymore. Am I insane or is this just idiotic?

Good heaven, Kat. Dog belongs outside only as it is obvious he does not know how to behave inside. I would be furious.