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Thursday, November 13, 2003

So it’s 5:06 p.m., and I know I have to leave soon to get home in time for Gil to get to the hockey game with our neighbor, but I can’t get my head out of these files. Literally, in some cases. A few of them are almost 5 inches thick, and as I was peering at the excessively faxed smudginess of one financial report, the part I was holding open slipped out of my grip and slapped me on the side of the head.

Just then, Gil called, but I’m not sure what about, since all I heard was screaming and crying and his muffled, “STOP IT THIS INSTANT” and “BUT HE HURT ME” and something else that sounded like, “YOU PROMISED” and then “[Sigh] I’ll call you back.”

Maybe I should stick my head back in the file a few more times to dull my senses before heading home.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.


Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Gee, makes me sound kind of pathetic, but if the shoe fits (being a mommy and all)…

via Len, Amber’s husband!

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Don’t I wish...thanks to Daisy for the link! (And also for the amazing, made-the-rest-of-my-day, compliment. I have to write policies all day today, and am a little sick of reading my own writing.)


You are the playful pin-up!  Do you know how to be
serious?


What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?
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Sunday, November 09, 2003

The lizard thing wasn’t the only pleasant surprise this morning. Ever wondered how cherry slushies and popcorn looked like six hours later? Well, we don’t. Not anymore. We spent most of the day cleaning it off of the boys’ sheets, blankets, comforters and pillows. What’s that, you say? They both got sick in the night? Noooo, just Logan. But he had to slide through it to get off his bed, then he trotted over to Dylan’s bed, puuuuullled himself up over the edge, crawled up to the top, and slept there, with his red, slushy head on Dylan’s pillow, in his red, slushy underpants, for the rest of the night.

P.S. The boys loved Brother Bear, but maybe we’ll hold off on movie theater outings for a while.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

So this morning in bed, Logan snuggled up to me and said,

“Hey, your neck looks like a reptile’s!”

“What in the world are you talking about? Why a reptile??”

“Because it has lines.”

“Oh. Very nice.”

“And when you look down at me, it has folds just like a dinosaur.”

“Great. That’s very observant.”

Fuck.