We had a sort of similar game called Whales Tales. I guess Whales' Tales, technically. It was about calling people out by number, relative to you.

Kat, glad the new nurse is working out so well--I'm curious, since you were betting on it--what did his ethnicity end up being?

Meara, as expected, Filipino.

It was "I never" for us, too. I've seen "Never have I ever" which has a nice ring to it, but wasn't what we said.

We called it both of those. My favorite drinking game was Viking, no contest. And I once used it in Moldova to get kids drinking water at a summer camp. They LOVED it.

So, for hours last night when I should have been falling asleep, all I could think about was work. Now I'm at work, and all I can think about is why wasn't Sugar Pie DeSanto in the movie Cadillac Records? She and Etta James were in a gang together, and then sang a couple of duets on Chess. (As I learned this morning listening to Fresh Air from last week...)

Oy, our computer person didn't follow up on something while I was gone so we are way behind on setting up a new thing.

And the nanny share person who pisses me off is pissing me off by suggesting she shouldn't have to pay nanny taxes because the nanny isn't working out of her home. (My actual response to her: "If you don't pay them, you'll be screwing the nanny, and, frankly, if you're the kind of person who would do that I don't think I can have you in my house.")

I'm a ball of stressed out stress today.

There has got to be someone else in your neighborhood looking to participate in a nanny share. This woman is craxy.

She's apologizing all over my email as we speak. Unfortunately, she a very good friend of an alumni family so I don't think we can shut her out.

Good for you for calling her on the BS, Sparky!

Today seems to be Torment Perkins with Shoes in email day.

First Nordstrom's was pimping boots for Fall, including these [link] (look at the back of the boot)

The next email informed me there's a new Fluevog store in Union square.

This could be bad.

I'm a ball of fail today. My head is kicking my ass and I'm out of meds, and I really can't go into the office. I just spent half an hour online tying stuff up, and I feel like shit. My headaches are getting worse.

Happy birthday, Deena!

Sparky, that nanny share lady is a pain. What was she thinking, that YOU should pay all of her taxes?

My morning began with a visit to Primo's Donuts so I could give them to my students. I still recall fondly my love of Primo's Donuts and the excitement when dad would pick up a dozen. And yet? I really don't like donuts all that much anymore, so I was picking them out thinking "Dear dawG, what am I doing? No one is going to eat these things."