{{amyth}} Glad y'all are cracking jokes.

Oh good lord, amyth. I'm glad your marathon week is over and you can relax a bit. So sorry about your brother.

God, I can't not go to this drinks thing. My boss just tried to get out of it, and got talked back in. I'm totally only staying for a hot second.

Should you flirt at work?

My reflexive answer? Hells no!

But I do wonder sometimes if what I do looks like flirting. Because there is that nose wrinkle thing I do when I want people to ignore me. But I don't do it with people I have to conduct business with--just other people at the office I want to leave me alone.

It's just that when I do that in stores, I'm totally trying to get away with shit.

eta: OMG, my boss just told me I might meet a husband at the bar. Could I want to be swallowed up by the floor more?

I just tried out the new Tandoori place that opened in my hometown on my cousin's recommendation, and HMOG was the shrimp jalfrezi good! For years friends told me Indian food was great and I should like it if I like Middle Eastern, and then I'd try it and be unimpressed. Apparently I just had a knack for picking bad Indian restaurants which doesn't apply when the restaurant comes to me.

I was able to get my SIL a gift certificate for a spa at the hotel she's staying at in Hawaii. WIN!

I will be cleaning this weekend. And painting and swimming and stripping paint. Actually, I will be stripping as soon as I finish dinner. Fancy Friday nights!

I think my plans for tomorrow are to drop off an end table at a donation place, then go to synagogue, then pick up an end table that I bought on craigslist, then maybe either garage sales or go to the cheap furniture store that's having a clearance sale. I don't like doing all that other stuff around synagogue, but everything here is closed on Sundays. Living around here, I'm starting to understand why some of the early Reform congregations in the midwest held services on Sundays instead of Saturdays. I'm probably going grocery shopping on Sunday, since I need groceries and grocery stores are among the few things that are reliably open on Sundays. (Well, at least the chains are. The little health food store is closed.)

You guys are the best. HONESTLY. I love you.

Oh, Middle Brother, you drive me cray-cray. I just got off the phone with him, and he somehow managed to turn this whole thing into a convo about how men in our family don't live past 70, and how that's probably okay anyway, because he hasn't adequately planned for retirement, so he'll probably just work until he dies.

Please, darling, let's make this all about you.

Scola, thank you. I'm not sure when a good time for me to come to NYC will be yet, but if I do, I'll let you know. Beyond hoping for the best on Tuesday, and trying to get as much info as I can, I'm in a holding pattern at the moment.

God, amyth. Here's hoping for the best for your bro.

ita, you can totally just go for a second and have it count.

Presents look like they will be clothes and books; it must be all downhill from six.

Do you know the AA Milne poem about being 6?

My weekend plans include: clean all the things, watch a lot of TV, possibly go to the beach, usual Sunday dinner with family. And I just came back from being measured for my custom! made! suit! It will be charcoal with a pink! lining! Good times.

Craaap. I thought a nice after-work cocktail would be a good idea, but now I'm afraid I'll never get off the sofa. My CSA stuff is still on the counter!