Stephen is no longer surprised when I say, "Yeah, I know someone who makes cigar-box guitars," or "...someone who went to Moldova" or "...someone who's a law librarian," or whatever. He now assumes that if you're a Buffista, you just know everybody.

So much this. It's funny.

My face is acting like a fucking barometer for this storm. Uhg.

One of our beloved developers is leaving. We may have to put the entire team on suicide watch.

It's snowing like a mofo again.

At least I took the train to work today, so I won't be stuck behind a Prius going 10 mph on the way home.

"Wise Tim" makes me think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

I spent 4 years with a Tim (not Steph's Tim, I'm sure) in the next office. My mind went to Monty Python more than once.

"There are those who call me... Tim."

I think the story about the police chief who apologized to John Lewis should be Good Stuff, too.

Where did all you guys go??? I expected to do a bunch of catching up, and three posts. Sadface.

But I did go check why I didn't remember the Go Human Beings part of my Community shirt--they fit small, and the G and E are basically in my armpits, and the slogan is facing downwards, not out. If someone read that back to me, I'd have to smack them for impertinence. In fact, Colin was all "But, no, your breasts are really big" the other day, and it's clearly one more thing I need to file under "Don't Fight It" but...damn. I used to have one jacket I know couldn't close. Now I have at least three that I can fasten only halfway up. And, I swear, I was being sensible about my Banana Republic shirts, but they clearly changed their cut somewhere, because I have a lot of regular 8s, and some gap and some don't. The 10 petite works pretty well, though. That was a good call, even though done for the discount, not the fit.

My Saladworks chicken caesar is delicious except it's *drowning* in dressing. Must remember to ask for it on the side. I did ask for a whole wheat roll, and no one even had a gun to my head.

In fact, Colin was all "But, no, your breasts are really big" the other day

Not helpful, Mr. Man.

I went to celebrate my coworker's birthday with cupcakes and brownies, and also get two things checked off my to-do list! Good one.

Not helpful, Mr. Man

I realise that this might be my "does this make my ass look big" question, but they're not! I've seen some huge mams on normal sized women--mine really don't rate. There are some proportion issues, I'll grant, but I would get laughed out of the big titty club.

Hmmph.

My head tubes feel like they're prepping for war--minor sore throat, itchy ears, and when I rub them, there's an ache deeper in--is there anything I can do other than rest and liquids to forestall this? Is vitamin C a myth? Zinc? WHAT???? I don't want to be sick. I actually don't do it that often, and I'm pretty crap at it, and handle it like a pouty five year old.

Yesterday I asked the restaurant with the magic muffins if their spicy chicken soup was really spicy, and they came back with the perfect sample size--enough to tell me that, yes, too spicy and I should just order the tomato bisque, but since it was a couple ounces or more, actually enough to taste and appreciate without upsetting my stomach. I hate when food is tasty, but not compatible with my tummy. But I really like it when I have established a relationship with an establishment so they think they've given me enough to enjoy too (this is the place that made me a hamburger in their opening weeks and forgot the meat--they replaced that travesty with a proper burger, and gave me six or seven coupons for free garlic fries--hey presto changeo! Devoted customer created in an instant. I buy three magic muffins three times a week and garlic fries once, and I usually have their soup of the week too.)