{{{Maria}}}

I feel way more accomplished today than my activities really warrant. Mostly I'm happy because, after two and a half years in this office with its kitchen stocked with two plates, two spoons, and a truly staggering number of mugs, I finally went out to Target yesterday and bought a cheap set of flatware and a few more plates and bowls. Spent about 15 minutes this morning washing out all the new stuff as well as the mugs in the dish drainer that were still demonstrably gunky, and now we might actually have a halfway useful office kitchen. You're welcome, coworkers!

I want Kate as a coworker!

I called to chat with Mom and she was trying to get my nephew down for a nap. Poor thing has an ear infection and bronchitis. They were watching Ratatouille before nap time and he wanted to talk to me.

He's really more able to have a back and forth conversation over the phone, rather than just answering questions. He said hello, that he was sick and watching Ratatouille and then he was going to take a nap and then watch the move again. And then watch it again.

Then I could tell he ran out of conversation because he yelled BYE BYE! And gave the phone back to Mom. I didn't really get a chance to talk to her, but she's going to call back later. Either during his nap or during a post nap viewing of the movie.

Desk is clean, floor is swept. Files aren't actualy filed, but I can do that this weekend. At least I know where the stuff IS.

Oh, and Debet, new cat box is in place and old cat box is consigned to recycling. WOO.

Now, back to work. The office cleaning staff is gone (me) -- she's SUCH a distration!

Sending love and strength to you, Maria.

Then I could tell he ran out of conversation because he yelled BYE BYE!

More people should do this.

I had a mad crush on Hawkeye...

What are shotgun mikes?

Heh. Although wouldn't the bottom one be a pistol mic?

Then I could tell he ran out of conversation because he yelled BYE BYE!

More people should do this.

When conversation stutters, I have an almost pathological need to end it.

I thoroughly enjoyed catching up on the night's nonsequitural chat. I was also up - StW joined me in parade watching, and then stayed over (yes, I'm feeling better). Between him and Frankie, I couldn't toss and turn like I need to and my hip was killing me, so I spent a good long time doing trigger point massage on a yoga mat. Blecch. Gronky today.

Dropped cat off at vet this morning, waiting for them to call. It keeps getting worse - when StW and I got back to my house, she could barely put any weight at all on her left front paw. I hope she didn't break something jumping up and down from the bookshelf where I (try to) feed Bella.

My body is at work, but my brain is in full on Mardi Gras mode. Gotta go, gotta get home, shower, pick up the cat, buy alcohol and groceries, figure out something to wear tonight and tomorrow and Sunday and Monday and Tuesday...

I imagined shotgun mikes being what you want when your reaction to something is "oh, please, shoot me them now".

Hey, Jilli, did you see this: Christina Hendricks bullied in high school for being an "ugly Goth":

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