I'm not done shopping, either. Feh.

Gah, msbelle. So sorry! A plague on their houses, a week before Christmas is Scrooge-worthy. One can only hope that karma will come back to haunt them. And that you will find a much better job to sneer (nicely) at them from, soon.

Ugh, msbelle, that just sucks. I hope something much, much better comes your way soon.

I have packed and am going to come home from work after a meeting that ends at noon and then I can change and take out trash and worry that I haven't packed the right clothes, etc. Now I just need to finish making this blessed wedding album for my parents. Too Many Pictures!

I'm done shopping except for some friend gifts. I hope to pick things up when we are in the midwest. They have good presents there, right?

Bustle, What the Hell Were You Thinking Bustle, Brief Moment of Sanity and OMG You Let the Bustle Come Back.

I love the Bustle, What the Hell Were You Thinking Bustle, and OMG You Let the Bustle Come Back stages. Giant skirts! That you can possibly balance a tea tray on!

I'm taking the whole day off. And lisah, turns out I am leaving within 15 minutes of you. But the hassle with the different return dates is just not worth figuring out at the last minute.

A friend of mine is hoping to buy a house (down in TN) and sent me the inspection report. It's not bad, but her other friends are freaking out. So I sent her mine. Mine was so, so much worse (mostly roof related.) But it amuses me that we've gone from her talking me down during a meltdown buying a $2K car, to me talking her down to the tune of $110K...

See you at the airport, sara! Maybe we can get a glass of wine together if we have time.

The last package I'd ordered has come in, so I have everything postal ready to go home. I still need to make a pharmacy run.

God, today was full. Consultants consultants consultants. The lead consultant has a wacky sense of humour, so that's good. He responds fairly well to the way I interact with my co-workers, which is lucky. "If I didn't know better, I'd assume you were siblings" was his estimation of the two of us. "Compared to his co-workers," I told him, "he's nice to me."

My manager threw something at my other co-worker and me to get us to break our verbal brawl up. He's so meeeeeeaaaaaan to me. Wahhhhh!

Okay, let me get laundry organised. Really need laundry.

As long as the MTA doesn't fuck me up like it did at TG. I'm flying to Bham, you should be able to figure out my gate from that. I'll look for yours.

( and seriously, I am mocking myself for not planning better. Had I, we could have carpooled to BWI, split the parking and get one of my neighbors to pick me up for the cost of cookies. Next time!)

I almost mentioned the Sapir Whorf hypothesis at work today. But...I don't want to be that girl. They already look at me funny when I mention Henrietta Lacks, plus they just found out I have a CS degree, and that got a look too. Stop!