I stay put for my hour lunch. I don't want to schlepp out to my car, drive off somewhere, fight the rest of the lunchtime crowd, drive back, try to find a new parking space, then schlepp back to my desk. I play the Internet stuff I'm not afraid to have management see, eat leisurely, and read.

I never understand how people at the airport seem completely befuddled by TSA policies that have been in place 10 or 15 years at this point.

If you worked at a public library, you would no longer be surprised by anything clueless anyone did. People are so much crazier than I had any idea, even the ones who are technically sane.

Dana - I wish there ways a "You know the drill, keep it moving" line. And a "I've never flow before or have the memory of a goldfish, take my hand and walk me through this" line.

I do everything I can to avoid the P.O., but I had to send something certified mail.

Today I talked with customer service people for 20 minutes and filled out pages of a confusing but important form, then mailed it. I registered Mr Peabody with the county.

That's enough for one day, right?

Ginger, you've accomplished more than enough.

Stabbing people because they're smooshy and they look like they'd make an amusing noise is a bad thing, right? These thoughtful moods take me sometimes, and I have to move sharp items out of easy reach.

Menopause, you were supposed to do good things regarding these intermitten psychopathic leanings.

Thank you, Toddson.

I have often said there should be "I know what the fuck I'm doing lines" at the airport. I may have said that out loud the time I was behind a guy who took one coin at a time out of his pockets until he could get past the metal detector.

There are, or were for a while. Or at least some airports had Experienced Traveler lanes. Not sure if those exist anymore since I have pre-check now. (And you STILL get some tools not sure why they can't bring their bottle of water through.)