The boys were in the office with us from birth so they had to amuse themselves pretty early. But they were also around lots of people all the time so lots of human interaction even if it wasn't from us.

We shared a bedroom for quite a while. The crib butted up to the side of my bed then we had a single bed at the foot of our bed and the crib when they both were little. It was easier for all of us that way.

Even now at 19 and 22 they will come in and sprawl on my bed if I am in my room reading or watching my television. Big babies.

Ben still does that, too, which I love. He'll just come in to hang out. Sara is still a giant snuggler, too.

He just wants all of these people out of these offices. As far as I know, they will all sit empty. You have no idea how much I'd just love to write: The Dean says I have to tell you . . .

A new policy from the Dean's office mandates that...

I imagine we all started watching when they started doing the teenager summer stories, with Philip and Rick Bauer and them.

I actually know what you guys are talking about! Remember Brian Bloom from that era?

Two coworkers were told by the ED of boss lady's termination, which is a relief that don't have to keep my relief and happiness entirely bottled up.

And hey! My non blue recycling cans turned back up. Huh, but, Yay!

I believe it's considered rude to start humming "Ding, dong, the witch is dead."

I'd never!

I'm being very mature. I only gave one knowing colleague a happy hug.

That was a very faint "Yee-haw!" you just heard from Northwest-ish of you.

You can all be relieved that soon I won't have anything to bitch about (I hope).

Timelies all!

It has been snowing here all.fucking.day. Not much is sticking, but still. snow. argh.

How am I the first to note the shocking news that Gwyneth Paltrow is getting a divorce?

Okay, I don't care either.