Congrats on the job offer, Kate!

Tep, unless you blame me for the fucknutpalooza that is my state, I don't hold you responsible for Boner. I love Chris Hayes...so smart, and yet, cute and bouncy enough to want one in your pocket(Maybe that's just me) So sorry for all the shutdown people, maybe it will be short? Still fucked, though, even if it gives the Donkeys political advantage. Nobody wins with shit like that.

You guys, this morning I was thinking that sometime before I move, I should go through my tupperware and get rid of tops and bottoms without a mate. So I just did it now! Months before moving! I finally admitted that the missing tops were not going to appear.

....OK, that may be the definition of a tiny triumph, but I'll take it.

Jesse, I have done that, and it is SO satisfying. Go you!

I will be pissed if the missing tops to the perfect-sized bottoms appear at some point in the move, but whatever. I have another $5 to spend on tuppers.

So at work there seems to be a misunderstanding between the ED and the rest of the staff, and me and new boss lady, about the parameters of her work schedule. Me and boss lady are looking at the job description in our archives and on other websites to draw our conclusions from, and ED and other staff have memories of verbal descriptions. When it comes to hiring and enforcing the understanding what a person was hired for and the agreement that there are things that they must accept about their job description, it's the written that holds weight, right?

Especially since that verbal description was never spoken of with me, and I find it affecting me extremely negatively if it bears out. Either I end up with the ideal work schedule while new boss lady works something she didn't realize she was agreeing to, and resentment and animosity blooms between us and any partneship is undermined, or, for the sake of partnership and teamwork, I end up getting sucked into a work schedule that was never part of my original job description and will lead me to bitterness and resentment.

Sigh. Another night, another round of screaming at my kids about the goddamn bedtime routine.

I swear, if I have to hear "But DADDY lets us [do thing I said they couldn't do]" one more time I will put an icepick through my brain.

Perhaps I shall make myself a martini.

At slightly before 8:00 this morning, I had to chase Charlie down the sidewalk of a pretty busy street, because I hadn't been awake enough to make sure his leash was actually attached before I manhandled him out of the car onto the sidewalk.

Things did not get any better from there.

We've embarked on a DIY ant-killing project. Of all the homemade remedies I found online, we went with baking powder and powdered sugar, since we had no boric acid or cornmeal in the house.

I have evolved quickly from "There are ants in the house, I'm a terrible person" to "DIE, you bastards, DIE."

For the non-flammable surfaces, I've always enjoyed the Aquanet/lighter solution to ants. But you've got to be a soft-touch or else the linoleum tile will melt... okay, that was in the barracks when I didn't give poop about if it was a dumb idea or not. But I'm sure I've got the skill to flambe on a hardwood floor without damage.

Funny that I was reminiscing just the other day about boiling kettles of water to kill ant nests. Man, I was such a vicious little kid. Not to mention killing the lawn.