Le Will, I hope you have a lovely wedding in Guatemala… can’t wait to see the pictures.

Congratulations. 🙂

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I know, I know, I changed the blog around again. I promise that I’m done for now.

See, the problem was that I am working on redesigns for work, and then finally the Man has agreed to have his own blog (well, less agreed and more consented after much cajoling) and doing all that design work makes me want to play. Especially when I saw some of the new plugins that are out.

You know I’m back to normal when I decide to blog, at 2AM, that I am working. Yeah, it disgusts me too.

However, here’s something interesting… go tell Moo what he’s looking for in a date and vice versa.

Hell, it’s 2AM and that’s what I’m doing.

—Too much coffee and too much work makes the insider an insomniac. It’s sad, really.

That would be me, yes.

April 15th, the day of taxes, is going to be a lovely day. 🙂

However, the coworker is going to be a little cranky, as that means I miss a major meeting the week before… sorry doll.

We’re doing our taxes today.

Because for part of last year I was self-employed, there was a good chance I was going to owe the IRS somewhere in the vicinity of $2000. Needless to say, I was stressed this morning.

Then the tax guy came, did some magic with his pencil and special paper and voila! the government owes me $1000. I’m a little confused on the particulars, but he worked the numbers and deducted (all of which is legal and above board, no worries) and now I’m planning to absolutely take a little vacation this year… 🙂

We haven’t gone for the bloodwork yet, but I’m going to guess I’m around a 2 for the bilirubin. Hopefully all the rest of the numbers have dropped into their appropriate brackets and I’ll be able to head home in two or three weeks.

At which time I will then start planning a well-deserved vacation. Possibly to a sunny little island in the Pacific. 😉

He cooks breakfast (good).
He gives me meds (eh, hard to say).
He plays with my cats (very cute).
He won’t let me drink any liquor (bad). Granted, I have a liver problem, but I’m back living at my parent’s house (for the time being) and a girl needs a drink. Somebody get the GIRL a drink.

Reason I’m telling you this: he used my bathroom and forgot to a) put the toilet seat down and b) flush. Eww.

Oh, the joys of living at home.

BTW, Bad News Hughes updated. It’s hysterical, of course.

Hey cousin… happy birthday!

Wait.. are you forty yet? Aren’t you ALMOST forty? Good god when did we get this old?!

Can you read this? Is it too small? Is this better?

Wow… I can hear you yelling at me all the way over here. ::snicker::

Here’s a question I have: why do baby gates exist?

When my parents brought me home, we brought my two cats with us. It was a stipulation of mine. I couldn’t board them for an indefinite period of time, Izzie gets very freaked out when I’m not around and honestly, I wouldn’t feel right about leaving them with anyone. However, four cats? Insane. Especially considering two are 17 and two are three. Two are energetic and nosey and inquisitive and two only like to sleep and eat. There is hissing and growling and ridiculous posturing, so we tend to keep the cats separate unless we’re all out there, prepared to jump between them.

So my dad put up baby gates. I’m in the guest room downstairs, which is attached by a hallway to a laundry room and a bathroom. Right outside the hallway is the den and the kitchen, so the gates were set up at the juncture of the hallway and the den. I say “gates” because I was afraid that my cats would jump the one gate and get out, so my dad rigged up two, one on top of the other. It worked, but it really made for a hassle when any of us were trying to move in and out. My mom hit her head once, twice the top gate fell and then I knocked the top gate off the wall… so now we only have the one gate. It’s still very annoying though. You don’t realize how easy you move between rooms until you are forced to stop, open a gate, walk through and close a gate.

(My two have figured out that they can jump the one gate, and they do… but only when I’ve left them to go into the kitchen or upstairs to the bath.)

Anyway, my mom and I were talking and I said, “When I have kids, they’re just going to know that they can’t be in a certain room. No baby gates for me—I’d go nuts.”

Laughing, my mom replied, “Oh really? You’re just going to train them while they’re babies that they can’t play in the room with the knives in the drawer?”

“Yes. My kids will be brilliant and know that they aren’t supposed to… oh man, I’ve lost my mind.”

Laughter ensued all around.

When the Man called, I told him that eventually… and it might not be with him, so don’t everybody all freak out or read anything into this… I want to have kids. It’s a definite for me. Poor guy, he didn’t know what hit him.

I think I freaked him out… ::snicker::

They took me to another lab that uses the same machine as the one back home, and drew blood again.

14.6. It is dropping at two points a day. 🙂 🙂 At this rate, I will stop itching by next Friday. Woohoo!

I hope everyone has a lovely day. The Man sent red roses… and a teddy bear. (I think my mom is smitten.) 😉

Thanks baby.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I have one cat who only pees in the catbox—she poops on the linoleum next to it. I’ve tried everything, and after three years, have just accepted that it will always be this way.

Except, apparently, at Grandma’s house, where yesterday, to all of our great and astonished delight, she pooped in the catbox.

There was cheering.