I would much rather be out working in the yard than working for pay. Alas.

SAME SAME SAME

I can barely comprehend that, Hec. No placement at all? Poor Matilda, that is awful. Why such a mess, SF school system? I mean, I'm sure there are well documented reasons and I don't really want to know what they are at this point, but OUTRAGE

This just boggles me. Isn't school a right? I don't understand school placement at all because I grew up in the country where it took, like five towns to make one school district. We had one person transfer from the next district over because we had better AP classes and a music program, and her school district was responisble for her transportation to oour school, which was about a half hour drive through the country. But this seems outrageous.

I am at work at work. It's okay; I kinda hate it.

Also we opened at 10am yesterday and someone overdosed in the bathroom at 12:30. (He was fine; we haven't lost one yet.)

Jeez, flea.

Yikes, flea.

David, that absolutely sucks. I'm so sorry.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday askye!

Meanwhile, the control panel on our dishwasher is kaput, and as it is a 19 year old machine, there's probably no way to get a replacement part. So "buy a dishwasher" is added to the list of tasks.

One of Mr.S's loose teeth came out. whee.

I worked 20 minutes too long, but I GOT THE STUFF DONE!! like, nothing new, just 2 things needed by end of day and stayed on top of my emails. It feels like a win.

Now to do more basement stuff. I am becoming really enamored with my basement y'all. It's nothing special, but now it is a more organized nothing special.

Hell - I may fuck around and get my summer clothes put away today. (I am now making a big WHAT?!?!??! face [link]

also? drinking begins NOW.

Happy Birthday, askye!

Happy birthday, askye!

David, what an absolute clusterfork. Poor Matilda.

I found a brown spider the size of Rhode Island in my bedroom a couple months ago. After a few minutes of freaking out, I caught him in an empty yogurt cup with a scrap of cardboard and flung him outside. I still wonder how he got inside and all the way upstairs without being noticed by me or killed by the cats.

Cat talk: Speaking of whom, my darling Percy Shelley the Emo Cat had surgery yesterday to remove a tumorous lobe of his thyroid gland. He's fine now but I was a ball of stress worrying about him all day. They shaved his throat and part of one leg. He's got a long gnarly row of sutures that will be a fine scar, but new fur growth will cover it. The shaved part of his leg almost looks like bone, his skin is so pale even though his fur is black. He's a skinny little goblin under all that poofy fur. His skin is so very soft, and he's annoyed that I keep petting the shaved part of him. The other cat is freaked out, he's acting like Percy's returned from the dead as some kind of zombie. This always happens when a cat comes back from surgery. He must smell funny. Percy's enjoying being left alone, I think.

One of Mr.S's loose teeth came out.

Sheryl, that's a big moment! Is he excited about the Tooth Fairy?