That's a wonderful situation to finally be in. (Man, no matter how I word that, it sounds all 'bless your heart' and that is sincerely not how I mean it. I am glad, with all that went south on your last job, that your enjoying a plethora of options where you can take care of you.)

There was a sponge in my toilet tonight. I'm not sure where Pumpkin got it. I thought the bathroom-sponge was in a drawer. Which was partially open and it is no longer there. But really???? This cat, I swear.

I would laugh forever if a fan friend worked near my sister. I would encourage them to deluge her with...links. Nothing troublesome, just ticklish. And stories. And stuffs. I'm not sure if I would lose the friend or the sister first.

Thank you, Sara.

Now go find that sponge!

It was in the toilet!! I just can't figure out how she opened the drawer and found her next victim. Or why a sponge.

I'm pretty sure the classic answer applies: Because it was there.

...and she's a cat.

Every night this week Noah has gone to bed and then gotten out and come to me to talk about something. Usually he starts with "Mommy, I'm having difficulty getting comfortable."

Really? Who is this child?

Um.... Heh.

Weekend Plans people?

Bouting in Appleton on Saturday, kayaking on Sunday.

"Mommy, I'm having difficulty getting comfortable."

Hee! I am ALSO having difficulty getting comfortable! Due to it being fucking hot in here. I bet my new apartment will be less hot.

Oh, boo, Noah! I feel you. However, since my work anxiety motherfucking climaxed in a big real way, I'm assuming I'm good to go for a couple nights.

I sent my sister a long wangsty email about my meltdown, and she emailed me back the following, verbatim, two and a half hours later:

Did your nipple piercing hurt? Answer now.

Seriously, where is the fan friend to send her NC-17 pictures? In fact, that mashup of porn guys and cheesy instrumentalists--that would be perfect.

Anyone want to be my fan friend mule?