Thing is, the guy reprimanding me said "Oh, I saw that."

Then how about you reprimand the guy who gave me the bad info? And reprimand him in front of everyone, like you did me? Jesus. There are too many cooks trying to stir this pot, I swear. And they just look at me and say they're unhappy and want me to read their minds, and get condescending when I ask them what they're on about.

And I have to go roleplay in ten minutes.

::pets Perkins. Offers alcohol::

::does not pet ita, but offers to bap her idiot coworkers with something hard::

I'm not going to pet ita ! ... but I'd be happy to offer you the blunt instrument of choice so you can bap your cow-irkers yourself. Or hold your coat while you do it bare-handed.

I can't focus on this document that needs editing, still.

Please yell at me and tell me to get to work.

Allyson! GET TO WORK!

::goes back to reading Vorkosigan-fic::

oh ... um ... I never thought of there being Vorkosigan-fic. um ... is it any good? or is it enjoyably horrible? in other words, link, please.

Perkins, that's the sort of day that calls for a "Namaste, motherfucker" t-shirt.

Ugh, y'all.

My Mom was a little sad that I didn't want kids, but she got over it, and really got over it once my friends started having babies. It turns out that Mom wasn't that invested in the idea of grandchildren, she just liked babies.

Yeah, right about the time my parents might have started bugging me (um, almost 10 years ago now), some of their best friends had a couple of kids, and they were local (which I was not, then), so it all worked out pretty well.

Toddson--it's quite good, actually. The premise is that, well, in The Vor Game, when Gregor got himself kidnapped by Cavilo, she might have managed to get herself pregnant.

Here's the link: [link]

My mother both wants grandkids and is worried about me actually having them in equal parts, so she pretty much doesn't bug me about it.