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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.
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.
I worked Sunday, and I usually work tonight but this week I switched and I'm working tomorrow night, so I ahve no idea what day it is. I am also triple-booked from 2-2:30pm today. Joy.
I am working on a car-buying spreadsheet. Buying a car is SO BORING.
Casper was potty-trained for pee right around 3, but she insisted on pooping in a diaper while hiding in the closet well past 3.5. Dillo needed to be out of diapers for school at 3 years one month, and for the first couple of weeks he had 2-3 accidents most days, and they dealt with it. He's 3 years 8 months now and still has pee accidents reasonably often, mostly little leak-ish ones. He kinda just doesn't care much. He's good for poop though, thank god.
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
My allergies are KILLING me. If I want to breathe, I have to take enough antihistamines to fell a horse. This is making me a little comatose.
Die, pollen. Painfully.
A truly beautiful grammar rant: [link]
Ah yes, the Alot. Beautiful plumage.
Die, pollen. Painfully.
Wrod!
Wrod!
Goldenwrod, I presume.
I might have mentioned that a friend of mine who majored in English and French did not know that "alot" is not a word. How does that happen?
tommyrot, maybe because English is just that much of a sloppy mutt of a language? For every obviously wrong bad grammar fake word, there are probably two or three that look just as wrong but are actually right (and which usually started out as sloppy and wrong but are such old wrong words that all the prescriptivists who railed against them died off centuries ago).
Frank, my officemate said she swanned into her kitchen all cheerful and peppy, and when her roommate (very gently and tenderly) broke the bad news to her she almost cried.