Not knowing the months of the year is crazy making!

Hi bon bon ::waves:: I am loving the idea of bon bon having a wee bonbon. Babies are delicious!

Burrell, when would she have been held back?

Only in my imagination is the thing. I guess I could have pushed for repeating kindergarten, but other than that she's always performed at grade level or better so she's never been recommended for holding back. It's possible I am an overly-invested neurotic of a mother.

Momentarily means both for a moment and in a moment, according to Sports Night

I am so glad someone brought up Sports Night.

Meara, I cannot fathom why a sweater that's an acrylic/nylon blend would require dry cleaning, unless there was some pleating or something in it. Which is doesn't looks like there is. I would risk the gentle cycle or even better, hand wash cycle if you have it.

BTW, the only problem with strangers showing up at my door is the fact that I am wearing pine tree pj pants and a hoodie.

I always bring up Sports Night.

Sounds stylish, Jesse!

Since I'm bored, I'm watching Undercover Boss for the first time. So far, every employee this guy has talked to has been a recovering drug addict. Which, great for them and their recovery, but still.

...and the next person is transgendered.

Don't know what happened at the end of work today, but boss lady left for the weekend without saying goodbye. I'm assuming that the ED had a talk with her that she wasn't pleased with. I'd also cautioned her on trying to be more forward thinking about her inefficient multiple trips to the same shop within a small window of time (iow, try to anticipate what we'll need and buy it all at once instead of constantly knocking off of work early to purchase items singly). She snipped back about being allowed to leave work early after working two 14 hour days. Which is 1) not the point and 2) a lie. Also, as director, she doesn't get to nitpick about the time she's owed for working beyond 40 hours a week. Work a whole extra day, sure. But she's adding up the extra hour here and there and the "working through lunches" into time owed her. Honey, we're both going to be working ten and twelve hour days and six day weeks come April, and that's just the fucking job. She also declared that there was nothing wrong with having fun wandering the greenhouses (and buying shit we don't have a budget for) as part of her documented work time.

Now the CEO is giving everyone cash for their kids' college tuition and for gender reassignment surgery, and I have allergies. Damn you, reality TV.

I'm a little worried that Finn may have swallowed a length of string. I came home this evening to find that he'd dissected his fishing pole toy. I found the stick and I found the lure, but the length of cord that runs between is missing. He seems as bouncy as ever, snarfed down his dinner, and wants to play. (Of course, the little dumbass kept pawing at the stick of the broken fishing pole toy and crying for me to work it for him.

Is there anything I should be keeping an eye out for?