But, really, dude, I'm a stranger, on twitter, who just wrote that maybe your mother should amend her profile to address her skills with small equipment. We've known each other ten minutes. If that brings up feelings enough that you want to get me fired, maybe you should talk to *mom*, not me.(My stepmother hammered my "Your mom's a skank" button so much when I was young, even if those jokes weren't funny to me, it wouldn't be fighting words now. And not only because if my mother was a skank, Stepmonster would have gotten her butt kicked on our front lawn because girls where my mom grew up? Don't settle for blouse disarranging and mild hair-pulling.) But, lucky me, that would never happen because a. I cover for all the married, family-having folks on the holidays And 2. Technically speaking, "having my job" would have saved me money because I'm a volunteer anyway.

I'm really missing JZ today and her unique brand of kind wisdom.

Sometimes I'm surprised at what makes me think of her. Sometimes I expect it, like "Gum would be perfection."

Y'all! I am wearing one red shoe and one black shoe (both flats, and similarish styles) and I had NO IDEA until a coworker mentioned it in the kitchen and I looked down at my feet. I'm not sure if this is a new low or an achievement unlocked sort of situation, but it's something.

Nah, worse would be if you got the chirality wrong.

I probably would have noticed that before getting very far. Probably.

Call it a deliberate fashion choice and just go with it.

I have a pile of onerousness that has landed on me today, and I just feel like all the onerous tasks could be spread out through the week. I have to: (1) see the dentist later because my dental implant (which doesn't have a crown yet) is poking through my gum a little, and that just doesn't seem right; (2) wrangle insurance nonsense for the bill from when I went to urgent care in Colorado; (3) manage all of the pre-op stuff for my dad's surgery next week (standard prostate stuff for an elderly man), because he doesn't read any of the mail they send him, and/or he assumes that the instructions don't apply to him (yes, Dad, when they tell you to get a pre-op physical, you need to actually do that, not just say "I've been feeling pretty good lately, so I don't need to do that," or they will cancel your surgery, you dumbass).

And then, you know, regular work on top of all of that. It's a bit much.

Also, I am thisclose to having lost 20 pounds (yay!), and my Covid weight-gain jeans do literally fall off me when they're buttoned and zipper, but my pre-Covid jeans still don't fit well (I can technically button and zip them, but they are tight). I'm not really a leggings gal, so since the weather is getting cooler, I apparently am just going to wear joggers everywhere.

manage all of the pre-op stuff for my dad's surgery

Steph, also consider making preparations, and preparing *him*, for post-op care and aftercare needs.

Steph, also consider making preparations, and preparing *him*, for post-op care and aftercare needs.

Oh yeah, I do have all the info that the pre-op nurse sent through MyChart, including things like wear sweatpants, not fitted pants, because he will want comfy pants after the surgery. Also info on what he can expect as he recovers. We'll go over all of that this weekend.