Now I have a job interview this Friday. Which is good, but now I have to figure out an excuse for getting out of work early, worry about what to wear and if it will be too obvious at my current job, and stress about the state of husband's job prospects, which are still up in the air.

Parenting is so hard.

Truer words...

Hugs and coping ~ma to Steph and Consuela, and may I say you're both coping awfully well.

So true. It is so much to deal with while taking care of yourself at the same time.

I'm apparently running on empty. Gave up on staying awake on the couch about 6:30 pm and slept until 6:30 am. Still could go back to sleep but have to work. Taking it slow and easy. Feeling queasy too. Making broccoli lentil soup, which doesn't really sound like comfort food, but it sounded tasty.

And job~ma for Dana. It looks like I must have had this browser tab open for a while.

Much ~ma to all the buffistas.

The flight I was supposed to be on yesterday did go, two hours late and CJ would have had to have been out on crazy icy roads, so I'm glad I deferred to tomorrow's flight.

Remember me blowing the clutch on my dad's car Saturday night? Well, they have decided not to repair the car but to donate it to charity and return to sharing a one (electric) car. I was the last to drive the VW Bug.

Gout~ma to Tim, Steph.

I really wish people would stop posting pictures of mineral-ed up pipes as evidence in the Flint water disaster. That's not showing what you think it is. That's fairly normal. The problem lies in what you cannot see. Mine are so.much.worse and my water is fine.

If they help, it's gout, and if not, he's had delicious cherries, win-win.

That's totally my approach to natural "cures".

Good luck, Dana! With dealing with all the side issues as well as the interview.

I think you might need the Elder Backslash for cheerleader arms. And an apostrophe.

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Good luck, Dana! "An appointment" seems fine to me -- I do try to make a point of being vague about doctor's appointments, too, so it's not glaringly obviously when I DON'T come back in talking about my pap smear (not that I would talk about my pap smear at work!) (except with a few people I'm socially close to.)

I make myself laugh sometimes -- I don't know if I got some kind of discount for setting up reminders at ProFlowers, but I set one up for Valentine's Day for "ME!!!!" so I keep getting emails from them reminding me to order flowers for "ME!!!!" Hee.

That's great, Jesse!

Oh, yeah, I am purposefully vague about appointments. Partially because sometimes they are for getting my hair cut. Nobody needs to know who the appointment is with, I figure.

The dressing for an interview finesse is trickier.

What stops me from buying myself flowers is that my cats will absolutely chew on them, and I'm never sure which flowers are poisonous to cats. I need a handy little list of indoor plants toxic to cats to carry in my purse.

I also need to find the quakehold putty so I can put a vase out. I never had problems with cats knocking things off until Murray joined the family. He's polite but he's unconcerned about what his tail takes out as he passes.