The Web people can die in a fire. The printer, until now, had always been a joy to work with. And, given that this is their first big glitch in many years, and they're making it right, I'm not making voodoo dolls just yet.

Thank you for the lovely surprise in the post today. It was sweet of you to think of me and it made me smile in the midst of my worry.

Oh, yay! I think it kinda got caught out in the rain, waiting for the post -- I didn't know it was supposed to POUR that day!

I'm trying really hard to send the postcards from my calendar randomly to people this year, just to do something nice and random.

If anyone wants a random postcard from me this year, drop me your email addy. I have some earmarked for certain peeps (Bonny's had doggies) but they are cute postcards and I am having fun writing stuff.

Blah blah blah mememe.

smonster, you still around?

I just saw you tagged in a facebook photo along with one of my old friends (initials CSH). Small world!

(I just saw her this weekend, actually, at her brother's engagement party.)

{{bonny & B-boy}} Insent, bonny.

I had yesterday off as a random University holiday, and used part of the day to check on pre-school applications. K is going to start in August at one of our top choices and I cannot tell you how huge this is - we'll save over 1K a month in expenses, I can go to yoga again, and the DH and I no longer have to stagger our working hours.

She's going to be one of only two children admitted that didn't already have a sibling at the school, and it absolutely wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gone in yesterday.

((((bonny and Bartleby)))) All ~ma.

We thought the eye problems were over at our house. But now it's Seamus's turn. Ever tried to restrain a terrified 15-pound orange cat?

Sparky, backflung with a big, virtual hug.

Sparky that is awesome news. Congratulations!!

Man, I just ate half a custard-filled paczki (actually, "paczki" is the plural; "poncek" is the singular, but it will NEVER catch on t /Sheldon ), and I am zipping around on a sugar buzz. I should have pre-loaded with bacon or something else protein-y, to blunt the sugar buzz. Whoooooo!

(I only ate half, since they are definitely not gluten-free. But I cannot pass up a custard-filled, deep-fried, sugar-coated pastry, and especially not one that my grandmother made every year. So I ate half in her honor, and am willing to endure gastrointestinal discomfort in her honor. In fact, I think she would sort of expect it.)

Paczki! I'm so sad we are out in the 'burbs now instead of near the Polish bakery in my old work hood.

In the midst of my worrying, I self-medicated with a cinnamon scone. First wheat in ages. When I came in and checked the calorie count, it suddenly tasted a lot less yummy.

Sigh.