August 17, 2006
Ah, the post-birthday blues. This is the day reality sets in. Yep, I’m another year older, but no one’s bringing me balloons or flowers. (Yes, for the first time in years, my hubby sent me flowers! Beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous Gerber Daisies – my favorite – arrived at my desk shortly before noon yesterday…he got major brownie points!)
August 16, 2006
Today is my birthday. Today is my birthday! Today is my birthday?
August 15, 2006
Dinner out last night with Her Highness, which was actually quite nice. I had lasagne florentine, all you can eat salad (which was very, very vinegary, which normally I love, but this was obscenely vinegary), and a cannoli for dessert. A lovely glass of Pinot and some t-rav appetizers rounded out the meal. After we were all done stuffing our gullets, of course, Grandma announced that she had made a birthday cake for me and we were to come over to her house to eat it. Zozo had other plans, though, so everyone came back to our house for some playtime before the night bottle and bedtime. They all had cake, but my stomach was threatening to revolt if I crammed one more thing into it, so I saved my cake for today.
August 14, 2006
The humidity is 108% and it’s Monday morning. This week I turn another year older and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I have my customer training class today, which I was so looking forward to until my Spa Nemesis seated herself at my table and proceeded to take over every single discussion. Need I say any more about my mood this morning?
August 14, 2006
Some days you feel like a nut. Some days you don’t. And some days you don’t feel like posting at all.
August 11, 2006
Kay from Parents as Teachers came by last night, and as usual our little genius impressed her. Zozo’s progressing just fine, doing everything she’s supposed to at this age, which is reassuring to her parents who have no formal training in raising a child, only 8 years experience in keeping two cats alive and relatively happy. We think they’re happy. They’re fat and they purr a lot, which I think is kitty-speak for “We’re happy.”
August 10, 2006
Had a little happy hour with some folks from work last night…very fun. Wish it could’ve lasted a bit longer, as I don’t get out to happy hours much any more, but I’m glad I got what I got. Came home and finished printing the invites, which went blissfully smooth, thankfully. This morning, though, I decided that the 11 from the end of the last print cartridge have too many lines in them and that I should reprint those. So that’s what I’m doing right now. Reprinting.
August 9, 2006
Tra la la…la la. Nothing much to write, really, but I always post something in the morning lest my dear sister check fifteen million times and there be nothing to read. Trust me…I’d hear about it.
August 9, 2006
I hate it when my print heads are clogged. Hate it. And this time it appears I did it to myself.
August 8, 2006
Someone sent me an e-mail with this, and I rather like it, so I’m sharing it with you: