I want to go home and pull the covers over my head.

I took my roommate to the health service, she's been coughing for a solid week with not much result from regular cough syrup, so they gave her some super-duper stuff that's going to make her sleepy, and antibiotics for an ear infection that is probably not helping the coughing any.

Hubby has an appointment with the Buddhist God of Cardiology tomorrow--yes, Saturday appointments--and we're expecting to hear that he's going to need further procedures because things are acting up again.

After which we're going to the shooting range again and shooting at more stuffed creatures. Barney is doomed.

Weekend: nah, it's not that exciting, people. I mean, laundry, groceries, pray the children nap - what I do every weekend. With added "pick a health insurance plan" excitement.

I am invited to a work-people brunch on Sunday. Just me, not the family, which seems so odd to me after the work culture at my last place of employment, which was very inclusive of partners and family. Of the 7 people I now work with closely, one just had a baby and she's the only one with a child. At my old job, it was babies galore and everyone I worked with closely had children (though of course many of the "children" were my age.)

I'm getting my hair done, and doing massive amounts of laundry, and erranding. BIG TIME EXCITEMENT, let me tell you.

Wait, didn't you get your hair done last weekend?

nope-- Kirsten got sick.

I am really overdue for a haircut.

We have a big weekend. Tonight, I get to go on a date with my DH to see the new Stacy Peralta doc that a friend of ours was line producer on. We lamed out on all the free screenings we were invited to, so are going to the fancy reserved-seat theater and paying real money.

Tomorrow we are gardening, then going to see Tropic Thunder with our movie friends. Our realtor is a member of the local garden club, which she wants us to join as it is apprently a fun and funky group. Sunday, she is having a party for the club. She has a huge fig tree and we are all harvesting figs then making fig brandy and taking a bottle home. Should be cool!

Dear Associate:

If you are going to send emails making it clear that you think I'm stupid for not having already done something, perhaps it would behoove you to actually read your incoming emails first, just on the off chance that I have already done that exact thing.

OKTHNXBYE

Me

PS You're an ass. Go away.

Weekend:

• Tonight just hanging out watching DVDs
• Tomorrow working on paper, getting TV fixed (finally), and dinner out with friends for one's b-day
• Sunday BBQ at DW's uncle's house