Matt, WHOA! That would scare the crap out of me. Last night I got into bed and something caught my eye. A spider was dangling about 3 feet over my belly. So I got up and yelled at it and put my hand through his web and took him outside. No one wants unexpected things tickling them when they're asleep. He got a real lecture I tell you.
Barb, 7 AM would stop me dead in my tracks. Er, runway. (Although I think Flea needs to get to the airport by 5:30 or something when she stays with me, so I am willing to do early on someone else's behalf, but not my own!)
I just need to go on record as saying Jesse's (and I think meara uses it too) "hrmph" posts always make me giggle they're so charming. I think I am spelling "hrmph" wrong, though.
I frequently have to take 6AM or 6:30 flights, and I hate it.
If my flight is much before 8 (meaning be at airport by 6), and it's a longer than 5 hour airtime, I am much more likely to just stay up all night the night before.
Although I think Flea needs to get to the airport by 5:30 or something when she stays with me, so I am willing to do early on someone else's behalf, but not my own!
Once again proving her airport delivery/retrieval goddess-ness.
Ugh, got waked up in the wee hours this morning by a mouse scampering across me while I slept.
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I think I would still be screaming.
Yeah, pragmatism kicked in and I went with the non-stop flight. So I'm in NYC from May 25-30th.
I am leaving an hour early today for an "appointment." Of course, I did not tell my boss that my appointment was for a massage, but there you go. Even with that enticement, the day is still going waaaaaay too slowly. Especially since I now have to call the IRS about an employee's tax matter, and I foresee a dull, complicated and very long call.
I am waiting for a fax to be received in New York (from Iowa), so they can scan it and email it to me here in MA, so I can submit it electronically to the federal government. Good times.
I can't believe the 10 o'clock I busted my ass (okay, just stressed out about--I didn't break extra speed limits or anything) for didn't happen because New Guy didn't show and didn't tell anyone (including me) that he wouldn't make it. I officially spend way too much time worrying about what meetings I make and which ones I don't.
New Guy never fails to... what's the opposite of impress?
