My mom has booked a flight to come visit. And now I'm getting stressed out because she thought she needed to cancel and rebook when I said that I may need to work from home a little bit since she's arriving in the morning rather than the evening. You must chill, Mom!

I just used the expression "the uterus on that woman" and the men in my office about choked to death. I am about at my fill of male dominated bullshit in general. Also? A hair's breadth from losing it for no reason, so maybe I should shut my door.

Squirrels are evil. I don't just them.

Pro Tip: If you set a trap to fling squirrels, don't use a trebuchet, they are too slow, think torsion.

Squirrels may be evil. But people are smarter. At least, SOME people.

Just finished the campus tour. Husband is talking with HR, and they said he's the only finalist.

Nice. Salary ~ma!

At my old office, we had big orange stickers to put on large trash items, and they read "TRASH / BASURA".

At mine too.

I just used the expression "the uterus on that woman" and the men in my office about choked to death. I am about at my fill of male dominated bullshit in general.

Love it. You got ovaries, girl.

We need a good slang word for ovaries. Like balls. There isn't one. Is there? Have The Kids come up with a word?

There's a sassy-ass squirrel living here now. I haven't seen him on the birdfeeder but he scrounges the seed that falls to the ground. The two feral cats leave him alone, probably because the food I put out for them doesn't run away. I suspect Mr. Sassy is partaking of the cat food as well.

I'm so fucking tired. I need actual sleep.

I wonder if that squirrel was going "Wheeeeeeee!" the whole time and enjoying the ride.

Just friended someone on FB who I met this weekend. Deciding if that's enough (she accepted the request) or if I also want to say "you seem so freaking cool will you be my friend?!?" :)

We need a good slang word for ovaries.

I like "ovarios", you've got some good R rolling in there for emphasis.

All good luck, Dana.

Closed door sounds good, Rebecca.

Did I tell y'all my squirrel story? H used to bring lunch to my office and eat with me. We'd sometimes go to the nearby park. We'd never been to the small amphitheater, so this time we went there, sat on one of the high concrete seats, with the stage below us. We were enjoying our meal, and movement caught my eye. On the lowest step was a squirrel. I pointed him out, and kept eating. A few minutes later, there were two more squirrels and a chipmunk, shiny black beady eyes fastened on us. A minute later, there were more, and they were climbing. By the second, more squirrels and a few chipmunks appeared, and moved slowly, inexorably, up the tiers of seats toward us.

I had pulled the top piece of bread off my sandwich (less starch, fewer carbs), and while H got our stuff together, I tore the bread into pieces and then scrunched the pieces smaller. As we stood to go, I flung the breadcrumbs at the mob, and we fled.

I've never looked at squirrels and chipmunks quite the same way.

Out of curiosity, what would everyone say the ingredients of a Philly steak & cheese sandwich should be?