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Friday, March 26, 2004 Weblogs

That’s all, just Botties. Grab yer pencils (and glasses) and start guessin’.

Friday, March 26, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Stressed out? Work bogging you down? Then I highly recommend that you sneak out and go buy yourself somethin’ lacy. Man oh man, did that ever do the trick!

I luuurve Felina.

Friday, March 26, 2004 Workbits

I am a bad friend, a bad officemate, and a bad boss. Poor Neelam is fasting all week for religious reasons, and Kathy and I are sharing a pizza. Large. Half combo, half garlic chicken. Am truly wicked. But oh, so hungry.

Also, am spending the day in lounge clothes, barefoot, hair in pigtails, crosslegged on my office couch, with a wifi laptop on a chair in front of me not five feet from my desktop, M&Ms to my left, and Diet Coke to my right. Am as happy as can be considering that I am also poring through 228 pages of tax return items with a red pen and highlighter.

Friday, March 26, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Bluefly - Designer Brands (Prada, Fendi, Gucci & more) at Discount Prices

I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this makes me. My favorite color, and on the cheap.

Friday, March 26, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Several things that bothered me a little more than they should have, perhaps:

Arriving home after dark last night in the rain, I decided not to park at the curb so I wouldn’t have to navigate the sea of mud stretching to the front door (no, incidently, the yard has not been put back). Instead, I pulled into the driveway, clicked the garage door opener, and stepped out into a huge pile of mud next to the car.

I also had a nice chat with Logan about the importance of seat belts. He was very enthusiastic about them. I was not quite as pleased.

Me: “Did you tell Logan a story about seeing an accident where the occupants weren’t wearing their seatbelts, and were thrown out the windows, and their dead bodies were lying in the road?”
Him: [Sheepish look]

The Mommy Scrum was decidedly un-fun this morning. There was less than the usual amount of giggling and hugging, and a preponderance of elbows and knees. They are begining to act as though it is my fault that I have so little geographic surface area.

As I kissed everyone goodbye and walked out the door this morning (after having scrubbed my clogs of mud clods), Gil called after me in all seriousness, “Thanks for fighting the good fight!”

There was one thing, though, that pleased me to no end: I unwrapped a pristine toothbrush and used it for the first time this morning. I smiled the entire time. And I hunted around for a good hiding place, because it is absolutely true that no one else treats your stuff with as much care as you do.