My sister's husband is having a 40th birthday party in October. They live in Canberra, so we're making arrangements to visit. We thought Ryan might like to be involved in the process this time around.

Biyi: "Hey Ryan, you can help choose our hotel for when we go to Canberra."
Ryan (putting The Muppet Show in the DVD player): "I'm going to Canberra, THAT'S my participation."

He's not wrong.

Irish whiskey cannot be wrong.

He's not wrong.

It was a compelling and hilarious argument.

8AM meeting on a Friday, and I am not prepared to deal with my coworker. I told her we had problems trying to call into this meeting from a conference room, she insisted, and guess what? Still problems.

And in roughly an hour, my husband has a meeting where he thinks his manager might make a scapegoat of him and fire him. This has not been a good week.

Best to your husband, Dana.

I spent 5 hours in meetings with the Dean yesterday, but had our neighborhood Ladies Who Wine gathering last night. The house two doors down from us was sold to a 27 year old single man who offered 600K all cash. We were trying to figure out why he wanted to live in our neighborhood (which is full of families and kids).

Sure!

Then I have a housewarming present for you!

Excellent!

Ugh, Dana. Good luck to your husband.

In lieu of actually acting on anything on one of the projects my coworkers and I have been working on, my bosses just keep demanding more reports.

In another project I am working on, I learned that my boss' boss has been expecting that I have been working on it, where the last I heard, we hadn't had approval to proceed.

I think I need to find a new job before I lose it and tell someone off.

I just sent off a report to my boss' boss detailing some licensing costs, biting my tongue to leave off "if we'd acted on my recommendation three years ago, the cost would have been ZERO DOLLARS."