Theo, it's hard work staying in place sometimes. It's no illusion that you're Doing Something.

I'm so gauche. I was drinking my cup of tea and noticed I was sticking out my pinky like you aren't supposed to, so on my next cup I really concentrated on curling it in with the others and immediately spilled my tea all over my keyboard.

No harm done, but so embarrassing.

but, for the love of god, please to being setting up a TEEN BOY FOOD KICKSTARTER.

Oh how well, I remember this with Emmett. It was a mad dash to throw proteins down his gaping maw all day. He needed to be fed as frequently as a newborn but consuming meals bigger than a newborn.

I did wind up making large blenders of smoothie (loaded with yogurt and banana) to stave him off. It was belly filling and tasty and with yogurt you get protein so it sates them.

Lots of frozen fruit from TJs in the mix.

My boss gave me feedback today that said "Please note that there were a couple of paragraphs where I thought the editing was fantastic."

Even just a couple of paragraphs that don't suck are leaps and bounds beyond the bloodbath of last week's feedback, so I'll take it. t faint "hooray" a la Archer

Fantastic, Tep! Print out that one line in huge letters to hand right at eye level while you work.

It's pouring out here. And someone left the top down on their BMW convertible.

I'm viciously cranky for reasons that are mostly my fault. My current manager is asking me for info on what projects I've been driving, and I'm all, "Uh. Good question. What do I do all day? I don't know. Loathe everyone furiously?"

I'm basically in crisis mode all the time. That's probably why I'm "what are projects?"

Strix what size? I have some 14s some 16s some men's small shirts.

Fantastic, Tep! Print out that one line in huge letters to hand right at eye level while you work.

I wanted to reply "Oh my god which paragraphs please tell me which ones so I can obsessively review them and try to glean what I managed to not fuck up just tell me the page numbers that they're on and I'll guess TELL ME PLEASE."

I am perhaps a little tense today.

Good Will and Salvation Army thrift stores will be a gold mine of previously-outgrown clothes. Depending on whether outgrowing kid is going to be fashion-conscious in last year's discards, anyway.

Am I merely within my rights, un-neighborly or unnaturally predatory if I pick the ripe ripe raspberries that the neighbor's bountiful bushes are intruding berry-bearing branches into my yard?

To HAVE right at eye level. Jeez, I used to be able to type pretty reliably.

I hate when that happens, shrift. The crisis-mode overwhelming everything else, not the loathing everybody. I kind of enjoy loathing everybody while I'm in the middle of it. To be honest, I can enjoy crisis-mode, too, if it's a real crisis and not made up bs that is only an emergency in that someone (not me) might be inconvenienced.

ION, my salad was tasty but too small. I shouldn't have divided it up into 4 jars. 3 maybe. Reportioning the remaining three seems like a lot of trouble, though.

I see an early dinner in my future.