Sorry, Tom.

I don't feel like working! Maybe I can do some in-box cleaning. That's boring.

I'm totally procrastinating this morning and I shouldn't. The news has me mired in useless jello.

Erika - I saw your email! I did just that, but before I found your message. Thanks.

I am sorry Tom.

I am trying to figure out reasons why a nurse/healthcare professional would want to take a "Forensic Anthropology for Nurses" course that don't imply that they will go on to a different job. I can't think of many.

I blame all of this on the tile guys. Surely without them, my house would be perfectly organized.

The tile guys weren't working for a company called something like Tino's Polar Bears, Inc., were they?

I'm going to watch Obama's newscast on MSNBC, even though I didn't watch any of the others. The stupidity is eating my brain and I'm wishing that someone (like the President) could just say "ok, I'm invoking the 14th Amendment because you all are acting like children and we're going to raise the debt ceiling and then we're going to figure the rest of this out. Taking your bat and your ball away from you, kids," so that I can go back to thinking about stuff that doesn't involve this mess.

I may be procrastinating by Congressional proxy.

Just looked at the staff locator spreadsheet and I am the only person here today in my six-person department. Six-hour lunch!

How do I know when Hubby really feels like shit? He lets me help him. It's kind of a universal red alert to all our friends when he asks for/accepts help.

The day that my dad called 911 to go to the hospital (by now, I think this happened at least 6 or 7 years ago), I really thought he was going to die, because before that, he had driven himself to the hospital -- with chest pains -- multiple times.

I'm not advocating driving oneself to the hospital with chest pains; however, since it was his MO, the fact that he felt poorly enough to call 911 made me think that it was The Big One.

So, I feel you. Big time.

OMFG I'm hating United Airlines so much right now.

Got up at 4:30am to drag Emmett out of bed and get him to the airport for a 7am flight to NYC.

Got there at 5:30, waited in line, waited, no agents, going slow...and we didn't make it to a ticket agent until 6:45am who promptly laughed at my face and told me that we wouldn't make the flight.

All the people around us in the line missed their flights as well.

We're rebooked at 1pm (and have already checked his bag and got the boarding pass etc, so just have to face security now).

Even if we'd gotten there at 5am we wouldn't have made the flight.

And EM is pissy at me on the phone about it like she's inconvenienced.

So we had to pay $75 extra for a new ticket, $25 for the checked bag and $12 for wasted parking. Great way to start the day.

he had driven himself to the hospital -- with chest pains -- multiple times.

Yup. That's Hubby.

Hec, that's ridiculous. I congratulate you for not bitchslapping the agent who laughed in your face.