The multi-layer cakes with the fantastic caramel things on top? yes! And the princess cakes? wow

I have laid the groundwork to call in sick tomorrow.

No karate for me tonight, I will drop Mac off and go water the plants and my parents'.

Can't your parents get their own water?

They are in Australia. I was supposed to go water their plants last week and flaked. Also supposed to take any usable good out of their fridge.

I'm sorry, PMM and Dana.

I just watched an episode of Reign. It's been good and trashy, as expected, but the costuming makes me want to throw things at the tv. 1550s French fashion by way of 1990s prom dresses. Ugh. But the actress playing Catherine De Medici is terrific though.

Dana, layoffs suck, for pretty much everyone.

Plei, I'm sorry.

Sammie wants to say hi to everyone. That or she really just wants to rub her face all over the iPad.

Sammie's probably responding to my cat, Squeaky Fromage. She does that too.

Timelies all!

Hugs for all who want/need them.

So hilarious (to me at least) work story:

ED came into the office talking about forward thinking about our Christmas fundraiser, asked for the company credit card back, then left. On that note, I asked for advice from my immediate boss about another forward thinking moment the ED had challenged me with last fall regarding our spring fundraiser, something that I was afraid to bring up lest he'd forgotten about it, and also afraid not to bring up, in case he hadn't and I wasn't prepared. Bossman said to forget about it, and if it came up, to say I'd passed the idea to him and he'd vetoed it, and that the likelihood of it being brought back up was akin to the fiberglass goats that he'd said (the ED) would be part of our spring fundraiser.

Not ten minutes later, the ED came rushing back in and said excitedly that he'd purchased the fiberglass goats.

I immediately began cackling. I told bossman that I was afraid, very afraid, and then five minutes later the ED came back in and was all "you've probably forgotten, but there was this thing that I wanted you to do for the spring gala...".

I started howling. I was very near to tears with mirth.

Really?! If I hadn't brought up something that had been preying on me, if the bossman hadn't said "don't worry because..." would that have happened? It really didn't seem like he'd been lurking outside our office listening to my confession.

Hopefully the DD will nip this shit in the bud, because as lovely an idea it is, I don't have the know-how or the time, or the time to gain the know-how.

But, they way the dominos fell was too perfect not appreciate.

I'm sorry, Plei.