A truly beautiful grammar rant: [link]
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have paid my quarterly nanny taxes, for once remembering all the passwords to the online systems. Fear me.
Today is the day my department is packing up for the move. Already, before 9am!, my boss has grated on my nerves multiple times. I need him to get out of here at noon today or else I fear I will lose my cool with him.
Also? I still have work to be doing, so stop bothering me every 2 seconds!
Rastafar Rye
Man, that sounds awesome. I am a complete sucker for beers brewed with rye. It is my crazy obsession since I had my first Hop Rod Rye, all those years ago...
I woke up convinced it was Thursday.
It's not.
It's been that kind of a week. I was convinced all day yesterday that it was Wednesday (despite filling the day with all my regularly scheduled Tuesday tasks), right up until I was about to leave for the monthly staff meeting and realized it was the wrong day. My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
Hop Rod Rye
Mmmm, Hop Rod. They talked about putting that or the Dogfish Head 90-Minute IPA on tap at work, until I patiently explained that the bartenders would drink most of the kegs. Instead, we're getting a new offering from Stone Brewing Company (the people who do Arrogant Bastard). V. excited.
Olivia was three and a half and Owen was a month after his fourth birthday before I considered our "training" done. I think they do it on their own time. Often, long after the parents are ready.
I hate it when Christopher's out of town. This is a hard week. I feel like I'm juggling a bunch of balls and dropping them all on my head.
It is that kind of a week. Of course, the fact that it's Wednesday means it's donut day, and I have to go pick up 10 dozen of them on the way to work.
My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
Oh THAT'S just got to suck.