I just got off the train from work. On Friday afternoon the train is often filled with people from up north going to downtown Chicago to party, and they start drinking on the train.

When I got off the train today I noticed the smell of pot smoke in the vestibule. Never noticed that before.

OMG, a coworker has her twin two-year-olds in the office, and they are both wearing Batman shirts with capes!

I wish I had Batman-caped two year olds! Instead, I'm headed off to help bargain the faculty contract. Why did I agree to this?

Re: appraisals: mine was literally a drive-by. The appraisers drove by and took a photo without even getting out of their car. If it's good enough for the bank, it's good enough for me, I guess.

I told the clerk at Dollar General it would be a miracle if I don't end up throwing my glass-breaker through someone's windshield before the day is over. Icy road conditions compounded by idiots talking on their cellphones and stopping suddenly for left turns without signaling.

Timelies all!

Ugh, got into a minor fender-bender in the parking garage at work this afternoon.(Person in front of me stopped for no apparent reason, I thought she might need to maneuver, so I backed up . Failed to look behind me and backed into the guy behind me.)

So, remember when I was pretty sure we weren't buying that house? We ARE buying that house, after all. Or, at least, we have a signed contract finally, after the inspection negotiations, and at the hard-ass price mr. flea wanted.

Now if only the man had looked at the weather forecast and done any grocery shopping today...

Woohoo, hardass!

Yay, flea!

That's great, flea!!

Yay, hardass price! Let me know if you need a chimney guy to cap the chimney. Our guy is great.