I agree with you in principle. But the latest upgrade in gmail starting creating messed up word wrap in all my emails, so I went to RTF, where stuff wraps properly. I'd go back to an email client, but I have a large volume of email and it downloads horribly slowly. I think it is due to interaction with anti-virus. Thunderbird really sucks on download speed for me and I don't know what other clients would be faster.

I work with Christopher and Christine. I think there's a Kristen. Definitely one more Chris among them.

Huh. That takes me to an "and my other brother, Daryl" place, but hey, whatever kept their parents from referring to "Chris and, oh, you know, the other two," I guess.

My mom often confuses our names. She's done this since we were kids. Sometimes she'll start with her oldest child's name and work her way down until she gets to the right child.

So if she wanted to refer to my youngest brother Dan, she'd often say, "Ji- To-Ka- Dan."

I figure that's normal for parents. Who's older, who made you mad last, who you spoke to last, who's in line of sight...whatever. My parents were pretty random.

Hey, at least they talked to us. I figure there are worse things.

I got stinky fries. After telling a co-worker I would cut her if she was reheating fish in the microwave. Hypocrisy, thy name is almost mine.

I had to self-medicate by playing Sail by AWOLNATION while buying lunch. I got told something I'd ordered for the business didn't get ordered the way I wanted it ordered...now I have to convince the business they don't need it that way...

But the song did take my BP down a bit. The peach Izze will have to do some more.

In my family (not siblings, but spread out on both sides) we have had a Jack, Jackie (male), Julia, Julia, Jacqueline, Judy, Gene, George and George. My mom, bless her, has consistently spent my entire life calling me "Judy" and her kid sister "Jacqueline," especially when she's stressed or rushed.

I'm pretty sure that one of my brothers was slated to be named "Jennifer" if he'd been a girl (the other one would've been "Michelle," but I can't remember which would have been which). I still kind of wish I'd gotten a sister in there somwhere (ita ! is making me wish it a lot lately; her relationship with her sister seems so much made of win), but name-wise the whole family definitely dodged a bullet there. None of us would ever have been known by our right names again.

There is a guy here whose surname is Love and I CAN'T WORK WITH HIM.

I'm writing a piece about an organization run by a Nancy Yancey.

I know I have mentioned it before, but I used occasionally have to call this guy in IT named "Dick Godown". Pronounced "Go Down". Then, I ended up having to order live pelvic models from his daughter Heather Godown.

I had to sit through an hour of anti-sexual harassment training this morning.

I honestly think I might have preferred an hour of mansplaining.

her relationship with her sister seems so much made of win

I have to say, I raised her right.

I can't wait to bitch to her about the t-shirt process. After I revealed the final design to her friends, the friends who knew me the least came back and said "Hey! If you haven't bought it yet, change it to put the PB quote back in!" (I took it out for space in the composition--I'd been one photo short when it was originally there). The friend who knew me (I met her at McGill) said that I was tired of dealing with them all (cat herding was her term), and all family had to say was "Thank you for accidentally making my shirt a V-neck."

So, you know. Oh, and her ex--perfectly well behaved, except he can apparently go a week without reading personal email, which IS CRAZY TALK.

Someone came over from the next row of cubes to smell my stinky lunch, but he said he liked the smell, and I should forget the haters, and keep on with my garlicky self.

Oh, and one of the people involved with the shirt is Moyston-Cumming's daughter.

One of the facility engineers I work with is named Jennifer Lopez.

I'm sure she hears too much about that, so I've never said a damn thing about her name.

I apologized to the contractor for putting her in the middle of my Thing with My Nemesis, and recommended the mochas at the new chocolate shop a few blocks away. Go me. Really good mochas there, but spendy.