AND you get $10 to either eat an overpriced Snickers from the honor bar *or* towards your bar tab. So I'm going to have to get a snooty cocktail later.

Which Kimpton?

The Palomar. Love this hotel. I'm now leaning toward the overpriced M&Ms to eat on the flight home tomorrow.

The Palomar.

Nice! We'll be at the Monaco in a couple of weeks.

I want to slap my non-neuro norm cousin. I love him, but christ, when he crosses boundaries... I cannot not set him straight. Fallout will ensue.

Sheryl, the fun of feeding a baby. ltc finds it hilarious to blow raspberries with food in her mouth. So all my clothes are lightly decorated with baby food. She has made faces at certain foods, especially fruit, but so far she hasn't refused to eat anything. She's too much of a piglet for that.

Uhg, neighbor confirmed Jeep keened all night long last night. And when I go outside, I can hear him. But my cats would freak out if I brought him over, even in carrier. And he'd probably keep us up all night. He wants his human. He's started cuddling with me when I hang over there, but he'd probably freak out over here too. Poor pup.

People getting a ride in a Tesla in insane mode.

JZ's dad got a Tesla and he did this to us twice last weekend. It's...insane. Unbelievable G-force.

In other news, my ears are literally bright red and burning because I am LIVID about work bullshit.

I made Matilda touch them and she was impressed with how hot they are.

I'm trying to come down off the adrenaline and NOT email my actual thoughts about the FUCKING ASSHOLE who blew his deadlines and tried to throw me under the bus.

Guess what, weasel fucker? There's this little thing called email where all of our interactions are completely documented showing that I gave you tons of reference images, made myself available, followed up, initiated phone calls and was genial and professional.

Gott dam.

Grr argh, Hec

Anyway, the asshole is off the project because...I had all the emails.

Unfortunately, that really fucks our presentation because we're pitching to CEO of Marvel in a couple of weeks and we need to finish the art. Gah. Agita.

Sounds trying, Hec.

I am so tired I am too tired to get ready for bed. YAWN. I should fix that.

Or maybe it's Single Whip to Fist Under Elbow I've got wrong

Oh oh! I think I know where you are now. I know that move, only my teacher calls it Presenting Pea Pod (so Single Whip to Presenting Pea Pod). I have a hard time with that one too, and then I don't really understand yet how to get into the Monkey one, or how to do it at all. I do this thing that seems vaguely kinda like it, but my teacher looks at me and smiles and says, "what were you doing? It is very pretty but..."

Unfortunately, that really fucks our presentation because we're pitching to CEO of Marvel in a couple of weeks and we need to finish the art. Gah. Agita.

What kind of art and how much of it, Hec? (Asking to see if it's something I could offer to help with.)