Pretty dresses.

We're going to launch the new slogan on social.

OK, now that you say that, that might be something the Vallejo office would say amongst themselves. They add the "media" when talking to us Operations types.

I'm sorry, Consuela (your name keeps autocorrecting to Consul, isn't there a fancy honorific that goes with that, your Grace or something?). That sounds like a PITA of the higher order.

I did not, btw, remember to buy dog food on the way home. Brought some cash on our walk and bought way-too-expensive-for-not-being-that-great dog food at Port of Call (which does, for my future reference, sell scratchers and I assume other lottery tickets), so Walter has something to decide whether he wants to eat it or not, at least. Real food to be delivered tomorrow.

Now if I can feed myself. The stock sis not magically turn itself into soup while I was at work, unfortunately.

Consuela, that's awful. I'm sorry. It doe sound complicated and exhausting.

I have had quite a day. I'm at that point in my work year where things feel exciting -- we are digging deep into something that I have had a problem teaching forever (justification and reasoning) and it's exciting to try to approach it in new ways. Last friday, I taught for 30 minutes in a 6th grade class. Today, I taught for 20 minutes in a computer science class. I love going into other rooms and tackling other problems for a bit.

My sister & I are working together on this father-management stuff, and he set up a trust and all sorts of contingencies, and it's STILL like sawing through concrete with a butter knife.

Still pissed at Comcast. Forever.

Gotta walk the dog before she starts eating me.

Comcast is always a nightmare. They must work at it.

I'm sorry that things have been so difficult, Consuela.

Ugh, Suela. I just... ugh.

Frustrating, Consuela.

I did remember to buy dog food. Just a small bag to tide us over because the fancy schmancy food he normally gets had said there was a three week delay when I ordered it...and it got here today.

Made the dog chase a tennis ball for twenty minutes, that helped.

I am enraged at the people who use our unofficial dog-park across the street, though. There's a dumpster 30 feet from the gate, and instead of using it, people have been piling their poop bags in a milk crate just inside the gate. Which is disgusting. I did my good deed for the day and emptied the damn thing into the dumpster, but I'm tempted to make a "THERE ARE NO POOP FAIRIES HERE, DUMP YOUR POOP" sign.

Now for tea and peanut-butter toast, and chorus rehearsal. Argh.

I'd throw out the milk crate.