Hi folks! My workday infolved going to the company picnic and being handed many drinks with vodka. (Which is why there are typos in this post, as I'm leavining the m in so you can see how bad of a typist I really awm.)

Now I need to become not-tipsy, so I can fisnish the prep-work for the steampunk event I'm vending at tomorrowl. Whee?

Yay for a successful move, Jesse!

Jilli wins for best work day!

I have decided to reup my Costco membership as I find I miss some things, like the cook-at-home tortillas and the salmon. And the pants I used to buy for DH, as it turns out he doesn't buy his own.

Has anyone else seen the new lolcat/meme thing where they say "ermagerd"? I just this minute realized it means "oh my god" and not Ermengarde (the old fashioned name).

Also, with many people, one topic per email is all they can handle. You can't say, "Please do X, and also remember that Y is due Thursday." You have to send two separate emails, one on each topic.

Ugh. What is wrong with those people? That's like having a different to-do list for each task.

Random question. Why do some tattoos have crisp lines and some don't? Age of tat? Different ink? Skill of artist?

ION I'm about to see Eastland at Lookingglass Theatre.

I was correct in predicting today would be info-chasing. I'm in the middle of a web chat with a vendor's support line, trying to find out from them when on Sunday morning (midnight window again) they're doing our change. I tried to chase down our people to find out exactly what to do, and I tried asking for permission, and I tried asking for forgiveness (telling him I was just going to do it), and neither worked--I ended up getting someone else to ask, since he wasn't really reading my emails.

The vendor tells me at 5pm that they need official approval to execute the Sunday change, when I've been asking them "Next step? Next step?" since 11. Five o'clock on a Friday is not when you tell me you need executive involvement. So I'm not breaking a sweat about that.

And! My boss doesn't think this is supposed to happen this weekend anyway, so I'm officially going to turn off the giving a fuck machine for the weekend. I just...I don't care enough today...this week. I had an argument with my sleep doctor who wanted me to not take sleep meds at least one school night a week. I told her that if I can't sleep a halfway decent night's sleep, I can't work the next day, and forget the pain I'll be in--I can't afford the sick days. "But only skipping taking meds on the weekend won't work as well!" "I would prefer to have a job so I can afford to pay for the medication." "What happens when they stop working entirely?" "Well, I will have managed to squeeze out a couple more months of paycheques."

Uhg.

I was happy tonight to discover that Sweet Pea's adoption page is no longer up, which means she found a home. Somebody got a very fun, sweet little cat.n I don't know why I was so invested. Well, I do, but it was kinda ridiculous.

Awesome swim tonight. I haven't had averages/median/max that good on the 2 mile haul since APRIL. Before Spain. And I was achy and sore all day today, so I was certain it would be a shit swim. But it made the achy go away. Well except for the weird pain in my second-from-top ringfinger knuckle. Oddly, that may be a swim injury. Maybe.

Ugh ita, I think you officially need a new sleep doctor and a new pain doctor as far as I am concerned.

Kids are watching last night's gymnastics. Fun to watch a second time.

oops, double post

I have ripe figs on the tree in my yard. Fig ideas, anyone?

Wrap them in bacon and bake them in the oven? Or eat with blue cheese and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar.