That's tough, Zen. Speedy healing to him, and patience to you.

Fred, I'm so sorry about Arthur. Wishing for the best possible outcome.

I hadn't realized that Griswold vs Conn had such lovely language:

Marriage is a coming together for better or for worse, hopefully enduring, and intimate to the degree of being sacred. It is an association that promotes a way of life, not causes; a harmony in living, not political faiths; a bilateral loyalty, not commercial or social projects. Yet it is an association for as noble a purpose as any involved in our prior decisions.

Oh that is lovely! I think if I ever get married I would like both of those read (that is to say, Griswold and Goodrich)

Oo, neither did I, Ginger.

Should I be more worried my old friend found the Lord again, or that she sells Avon? Either way, I'm betting on a "Thanks, Facebook!1" moment shortly.

Oh Em Gee, y'all. I am having a redonculous day. I awakened this morning to find a very sad little toy mouse on my chest. It was missing its tail and half its fur. I took this as a hint, and on the way home from the stupid early morning staff meeting that lasted an hour longer than expected, stopped at the pet store to acquire the needed toy (along with more cat food and hip + joint treats). Returning to work for my afternoon shift, construction traffic was twice as bad as I expected, especially considering it was the middle of the afternoon and they have paved the 11 mile stretch between this town and the next. I guess fleshing out the shoulders takes more work than I thought. I was five minutes late.

I did have the pleasure of watching the new Director deal with a blow-up of "challenging behaviors" in which his attempts to calm things down resulted instead in escalation (Hello, testing period. We haven't seen you for at least two months. Yay! (Incidentally, I'm not discouraged by the new guy's approach. I think he'll do.))

While cleaning the bathroom, the seat of my pants disintegrated. Lightweight summer cotton gauze pants. So I came out of the bathroom, told my female coworker "I have a slight problem, I think I need to go home." Then I turned around and flashed her. She cheerfully, not to say chortlingly, went to ask the Director if he could stick around long enough to accommodate my flight to and fro. Meantime I found a paper bag to hold behind my behind so as not to flash anyone else.

Really, the rest of the day went pretty smoothly once I returned to work. But on the drive home, I did rather hope that I wouldn't get pulled over for any reason, as I might have been unable to keep myself from laughing in the officer's face. Pride says that's better than crying, but common sense says not for getting out of a ticket, it ain't. Thankfully, my weird daydreams of having to explain my hysterical laughter to an officer of the law were just that, daydreams.

ETA: I am totally not correcting the spelling of ridonculous. I'm just leaving it.

OK, so I've been procrastinating having someone come and kill dead all the crazy jungle that has grown up in my yard. Lo and behold, today the people on the other end of the triplex had somebody come out and do just that--their yard (granted a little smaller and less jungle-y than mine) is now bare but for one tree. Dang. Huge bush and lots of weeds just GONE.

...would it be weird if I run out in the morning to see if the guys came back and ask them where they work and if I can hire them?

...would it be weird if I run out in the morning to see if the guys came back and ask them where they work and if I can hire them?

definitely not. And if they're not back, ask your neighbor for their number.

...would it be weird if I run out in the morning to see if the guys came back and ask them where they work and if I can hire them?

Nope. Ask for a business card. Or just info. But it's not weird at all.

What a day, Andi.

I don't think I can ask the neighbors, because they're renters, and I"m sure the landlord hired them. But I"m crossing my fingers the gardeners are back tomorrow.