Matilda and I are cuddled on the couch watching Animaniacs while she gives me head-skritches. A few minutes ago she was sorting through our jar of foreign coins (I swear, every house with kids old enough to be trusted not to stick 'em up their noses should have two or three of these--this, the bottlecap jar, and the button box keep Matilda contentedly entertained for hours), singing to her baby coins:
Hush little baby, don't say a thing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring goes away, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond day
If that diamond day don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring gets gone, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond horse
If that diamond horse gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
The playing destructo-polar bears reminded me of cats, too. They went straight from "can I eat it?" to "can I break it?" They were having such fun.
Polar bears!
Who says they far exceed expectations? Seriously? Anyone? IDGI.
I, um, came very close to saying that.
My new very demanding boss apparently has this process where after you turn in your self-eval, she wants you to walk her through why you said what you said before she adds her comments. Meep. And then she asked how I would score myself on our scale. And yeah, I pretty much went there.
And then she said I was being a little harsher than she was.
I rated myself far exceeding expectations of two of my goals this year.
Not that it mattered.
Polish box with Kat was fun, and I offloaded more than I added, which was good. Relatedly, thanks Cass!
I think there are two independent bookstores in Kansas City, but one is specifically a children's bookstore. So there's one general purpose one. Unfortunately, it's a pretty long drive to get there.
There's a kids bookstore in downtown Lee's Summit.
I think the last time I was caught up in Natter was mid-December. I'm bummed that I missed the grey vs. gray discussion. I've always thought of gray as hard and cold like gunmetal and grey as soft like a kitten, so I guess I agree with this:
Grey is alive, like fog, or silvery fur, or tree bark, or the Elven cloaks in LotR. Gray is flat, inert, like paint on a wall, or paper, or concrete.
Matilda, watching Gandalf face down the Balrog in the Mines of Moria: Oh, I wish Hermione was in this movie!
I don't think I can get exceeds expectations unless I do something like invent the internet. Not that I'm complaining, mind, but now I understand why people would get mad at me when teachers graded on a curve.
And now I am to bed.
