aaaand I just now realized that my cell phone, which husband was supposed to take with him on his day trip, was sitting on the counter.

It's okay. People survived before cell phones. No one called from the company to say that he hadn't made it to his interview.

AND NOW husband's flight took off 8 minutes late and is somehow arriving over an hour late.

Edit: Oh, right, they probably just pushed off from the gate but haven't taken off yet.

It is QUITE in here. So I'll share a head scratcher. I got a text from a friend who was using voice to text. It read...

Back tattoos of mother is that you're absolutely right.

I do now know what she originally meant - but what do you think?

Fact of the matter? That doesn't seem right.

Husband's plane now shows as having landed. 20 minutes from now. In the future.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I am grammatically perfect in practically every way.

How did this not get turned into Mary Poppins grammar filk?

Back tattoos of mother

This would make a great "By Grabthar's Hammer" style oath.

Random dude on the street asked me if I was married today. I kind of laughed in surprise and went on my way. Of course not responding set off a rant from him. Sorry, dude, I was too startled to come back with a personal question that was none of my business. Something like, "What's your annual salary?" or "Are you circumcised?"

Interview went fine, we should know in a couple of weeks. They've been moving fast, so god I hope it's sooner.

Best of luck, Dana! Hope it comes through.

I confess I am not the best at celebrating holidays and birthdays with the people at work. There are a total of ten people living at the houses I work at, and I do not have all their birthdays memorized. Today was somebody's birthday. The house manager had not ordered a cake or written it on the calendar (she usually does). The other three people who live there will say, weeks ahead of time, what they want to do for their birthdays. This person is less verbal. I roll in to work, nobody says anything. Part of the way through supper, the person's father and brother show up with presents. I ransack the cupboards for a cake mix, and settle on brownies, because by gum I may have to improvize a bit but I not doing nothing about. After they leave, coworker says, "Yeah, I only found out it was her birthday when she got off the bus from the day program and they said, 'here's the birthday girl.'"

Ok I feel a bit like I should have been paying attention, but come on, coworker, give me a sporting chance, eh?

Don't feel bad, I've worked with most of my co-workers for more than a decade and my cousin in the only one whose birthday I have memorized.

My brain has room for some of my relatives' birthdays and like 5 friends, and the rest I have to depend on facebook for.

Yeah, I pretty much only know birthdays of people I've known more than 30 years - some relatives, some friends.