and forgive me, but what is the tax increase? Like $6,000? or is it $60,000. Either way, he can fucking afford it.

Write off some equipment and be done with it.

But he can afford a tax increase.

I love that Obama's naming his new tax-increase proposal after Warren Buffet, since he's the one who said that the really rich can afford a tax increase.

Also, on a happier note, Kathy, rock on this your new car! I want to get Dan a auto start for his car SO BAD this year for Xmas, since my poor skinny, cold love leaves for work at 6 am on the cold, icy Kansas winter mornings. I think you will love it!

For only $375, I figured it'd be worth it. My car sits outside all day long, both at home and at work, so it'll be nice to be able to have it all heated up before I even leave my 3rd-floor apartment. My friend Tami loves hers, which she had installed at Best Buy.

I don't disagree. I also am not surprised he'd say otherwise. It just wasn't the super cluelessly insensitive statement that I first thought it was. Still not exactly in touch with the pulse of the nation and what Jesse said about just shuttign it down.

Oh yeah, I am certainly not arguing that he can't afford a tax increase!

ION, it is grey and rainy here and I want a nap so badly. I'm tempted to ask if I can go work from home for the rest of the day, but I'm afraid I'd just fall asleep and not actually get anything done.

ION, it is grey and rainy here and I want a nap so badly. I'm tempted to ask if I can go work from home for the rest of the day, but I'm afraid I'd just fall asleep and not actually get anything done.

It's grey and rainy here, too, and I am fighting a cold and possibly losing to it. Since Labor Day, I've been at social events with about 10 different people who've had colds, and I was so impressed with my usually crappy immune system for not giving in. But I think Thursday's baseball game with the sniffling sneezing friend might have finally done me in.

I worked through lunch so I can go home at 4:00 and crawl under the covers with some comic books.

It's been chilly and gray here and it's started raining.

I failed to pick up more Claritin this weekend. This is a problem.

Bah.

I invoke the FPC: My Nemesis finally replied to my email (I sent her one last Tuesday and then re-sent it this morning), claiming she only got the memo about the change in the project on Friday, which is bullshit. The original change was September 2, and the email I forwarded to her & our boss included a reference to a phone call on that date, with her name on it. She's lying by omission.

I'm so tempted to reply with: "And yet you knew about this on September 2 and didn't feel it was necessary to inform anyone?" Except she would either not reply, or reply with: "Oh, I was busy, sorry." And nothing would change.

I did not get much sleep last night due to A. going out to the movies and not even getting home until 10:00pm, B. having a Diet Coke at dinner, therefore being jittery and amped and C. staying up even later engaging in Marital Duties with my DH, who D. went promptly to sleep and snored LOUDLY.

Still have some sun here, but it is blessedly cool.

I wish it were a law that loaf pans had to have the measurement stamped on. That would be a useful law. I always feel somehow lesser because I have to go measure, that I can't just look at a pan and tell. I am about to make banana bread.

I hate all the claims that taxing the rich is class warfare.

It's not class warfare to make the middle class and the poor poorer. No it's class warfare to make the really stinking rich slightly less rich.