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ETA: First on 5! Woo! ::does little happy dance::
Hey! My spousal unit sports a beard, and as a condition of our marriage, he will continue to do so. The one time he had to shave it off, well, talk about wrong!!! :eek:
So, Mr. T - I have to vote for beard, although you are also one hot dude without. Hope it’s not too creepy for such a matronly woman as myself to offer this observation. 
Yep, home. Long day that started with FCD’s crackberry waking me up around 2-ish, moving on to dog pee in the fambly room, and completing the trifecta with a full cat box because *someone * didn’t clean his cat’s box last night… Very busy at work again, but I think our project will get thru the QA process tomorrow and be posted in plenty of time by Friday. So yay!
And it’s just a week and a half till I head to Orlando. Puggy, I need to remember to email you so we can arrange to meet one of the days I’m there. We’ll have our own mini-mumperfest! 
Yep, life is a cabaret at FairyChatEstates…
You’re too young for me, Mr T, but I’ll take your dad. Or he could take me…
I have 2 cracked teeth–according to Mr Dentist, “it’s minor”-ha! it hurts like hell. 
I’ve been put on Rx sensitive toothpaste for a month and then he’ll recheck. At least he didn’t say, “good god woman, what have we here? Hygienist, get me the pliers and the mallet” and proceed to remove all my teeth. There is that.
I’m going to go curl up with new book now–he’s hilarious and I’m enjoying it. Very nice “voice”.
I NEED A NAP.
NOW.
Come, Pie darling, let us nap together.
I went back to work, full time, when my kidlet was 3.5 weeks old. Necessity, and all that. We were fortunate to have found a wonderful daycare where she became an instant favorite because she was so young. And she’s none the worse for it, being less than 2 months away from her teaching degree and her wedding.
I felt like the world’s worst mom when I left her at the daycare that first day, but one does what one must…
I wish I could join in this nap. Unfortunately I have to go to class in 20 minutes.
Group nap? I’m in. I love nap time. :: curls up in a nice warm blanky. ::
Group nap! :: snuggles next to mmouse ::
Group Nap!
Of course, I’ll probably fall fast asleep for 8 hours or so, it being nighttime over here. Some of you may or may not want to take advantage of that fact
Grope, I mean group, nap! Sounds yummmmy.
:: offers to share her blanket ::
Mooooom, my mother was in a similar position, though I believe that she was able to stay home a couple of months with me and maybe (though we stayed at home with a nanny, a rare splurge for my otherwise frugal mother). I’d like to believe we turned out okay… mostly. 
That was back in the bad old days, though.
Our government is now enlightened enough to allow new parents a total of 12 months of paid parental leave, which they can spread between them as they see fit and can even opt to take concurrently if desired. In addition, employers are legally required to have their job waiting for them (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) when they return to the workforce.
So LiLi’s boss has some cojones to ask her to return to work so early on. The only necessity here is saving him the trouble of hiring a temporary backfill for that handful of months.
Phew. Righteous indignation makes me tired. I think I’m gonna pile onto that group nap over there in the corner.
mumblemumblzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
We metaphorically broke open the piggy banks over the weekend. They’re too nice to break, so we shook the money out. Soon, I had probably 30 pounds of coins in a box, and we went off to the nearest Coinstar machine.
They’ll rob you for 8.9% if you take cash, but if you take an Amazon.com voucher (or many other options) the counting fee is waived. After 20 minutes of clanking and many displays of “My, you have a lot of coins!” the machine spits out a tag saying that we have a $275.31 credit at Amazon. woot!
A Weber BBQ kettle will be delivered tomorrow, a Furminator for our four-legged shedding machine is due to arrive today, the latest version of Photoshop is on pre-order and a fancy pair of automatic electronic earmuffs should show up by the end of the week. Not bad for “spare” change!
Initially, I thought DH would have been sufficient with a box of cheapie foam earplugs for the gun range, but the guy that’s recruiting him to join the force advised on the electronic ones - they somehow knock gunshot noise to a safe level but allow conversation to be heard, and it’s apparently a lot better for everyone if the range safety officer can communicate with you and not need to start jumping up and down while waving frantically.
Now we just have to borrow a friend’s pistol and buy a shedload of bullets.
Saturday was interesting - another pledge night at the PBS station. There were enough strange happenings to warrant a new thread, but the highlight of the night was when the phone line was re-routed to somewhere in Illinois during the second program of the night. We were thinking nobody was watching since every phone in the studio was silent. During the live breaks, we did a lot of faking, rather than just sitting there like lumps.
group nap? I’ll bring the stuffies! (I have teddy bears and frogs and kitties and other fluffy critters)
Count me in for the group nap! And we mustn’t forget to include Emily, who believes that snuggling up for a nice nap is the prime purpose of a human (behind providing stinky food and a clean box, naturally)!
I spoke to my mother a little while ago, and she’s finally feeling better after being so sick for the past week with her urinary tract infection. Infections +strong antibiotics are a tough combination at age 87; it’s no surprise she was wiped out! Now I just wish I felt as good as she did. Harumph.
Back to doing not much, and then crawling in for that nap. And also the rest of the evening. Emily will approve. Snowbunny, I’ll call you instead of you calling me later as planned, okay? I don’t want to wake up Papa Tigs, so I’ll go into the other room for a few minutes to talk to you when the appropriate time arrives.
I started a group nap and now I can’t join it. 
For starters, I seem to have aquired teh stomach sick from Mama Tigs. Second, people keep calling my freaking phone! Now I’ve got the potential of 5 lunches for tomorrow, but probably only 4 drivers. And I’m already even booked up pretty much for thursday! I am not complaining. However, why must everybody call this week when one of my employees is away at school? Ok, so that was a complaint.
And did I mention that I’m extremely tired and need a nap?
Oh, I forgot to add. You know those Pedigree dog adoption commercials featuring Echo? The dog who looked so incredibly appealing that even though we knew he’d been adopted for months, we still wanted to run out and adopt him, or at least another dog? I saw an Echo “I’m adopted” ad today! He looked so HAPPY! Yay for Pedigree for showing a happy ending!
Two down, three to go - you know what I’m talkin’ about.
I gotta say it, Mr. T, you are one handsome dude, and so is your sexy dad!!! Without the beard, you look younger than your age; I don’t mind beards at all, but either or, you’re definitely sexy. LOL Now don’t let that go to your head! I guess here is where I admit that you’re the same age as my -son-. :eek:
Now that that is out of the way … I’m just glad to be home and ready for my own nap. Yeah, that’s right, I’m joining in the napping too. Dinner tonight (and probably lunch tomorrow too) will be the Trader Joe’s Chicken gorgonzola, with rice and veggies. Everything I’ve tried from TJ’s has been great so far, so I hope that streak continues.
YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!
Mr. T, beard…no beard…it’s all good.
It’s quit-o-clock and I’mma gone!