I got a meeting invite from the head of HR for a lunch meeting next week. My manager doesn't know anything about it. I'm torn between thinking "they don't serve lunch at exit interviews" and assuming I got it in error. Any other way lies freakout.

"I'm beginning to realise you're a huge nerd."

Seriously, why would anyone say that to me? I'm obviously a huge nerd. If I spoiled Dexter for you and I don't watch Dexter, drink tea out of a Community mug, and still have my 2011 Supernatural calendar on display at my desk, YES. NERD. Seriously.

Then again, he hasn't seen all of The Princess Bride, so...as value judgments go...

Yay PUPPY!!

That's disconcerting, ita.

My weekend plans include drinks with a friend tonight, a shopping excursion tomorrow (mostly Target, also Home Goods, Home Depot in case there's a coffee table, also Old Navy and whatever else is there in case there's a blouse). I need a new blouse because I threw out my favorite lime green one, which was so dumb. The armpits were all discolored, but I want it to wear under a jacket! Bah.

Well, they *don't* serve lunch at exit interviews, so maybe you're getting a promotion?

Bravo, sir. BRAVO!

THIS!!

This is the last unplanned up weekend we have for the next month at least. So, I'm hoping to take it a little easy. Do some yoga, read. And we're thinking of starting this 2 week fake cleanse diet thing with a couple of friends.

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It seems like it will be easy enough and isn't super far from how we eat now. Anyway. Will need to take a break from it next Saturday when we are going out to dinner for my dad's bday. He's 70 this coming week. Crazy!

Oh and I will be worried all weekend that Uncle Bud will wake us up by peeing on the bed. Like he did this morning! OY! Cat! He's always a bit of a Pees where he shouldn't kind of cat but never on the freaking bed!

I am sorry for you with Uncle Bud, but it makes me feel a little better after this morning when Homer walked into the bathroom where I already was, squatted next to the pads (on the floor next to the litter box) and just peed on the floor.

What is wrong with cats?!

Well, they *don't* serve lunch at exit interviews, so maybe you're getting a promotion?

Do they serve lunch at those? Last one I got, I asked for, and my boss said "Sure!" and then I got a large raise. Fuck the credit collapse, man.

I worry that there might be hugging coming up, or something. I mean, if it was an upcoming project, or something *normal*, my manager would know.

Gah, bleargh, shudder.

I could kind of see Swifty doing it because he has just cause to be pissed off at me. I've been shoving terrible tasting meds down his throat for the last 3 weeks.

What is wrong with cats?!

They just wanna be free, man! You can't tell them what to do, where to pee!

You are allowed to decline hugs, especially in a work environment. "Thanks, I'm not comfortable with that"

Lisah, that looks delicious! Kinda tempting.