So yesterday I worked like a beaver all day trying to clear my desk, and I managed to by 6.30, which is when I had to leave.

And as I did, Diane mentioned that a new AP person will be coming in while I'm gone, and I said "If you're planning on firing me, let me know!" and she laughed and said that actually the new girl would be the head of AP when we move.

Which means that they're not promoting anyone ahead of me from another department! So I may not have to quit after all...

After work, I went over to Revillon to pick up my fur coat.

Yes, I have a fur coat, I have no more problem with fur than I do with leather or meat, but it's really a leather coat lined with Nutria, which, if mink is the champagne of furs, Nutria is the light beer. Or possibly shandy.

Anyway, it's a pretty down-market coat and it doesn't fit and I never wear it, but it does have fur so I keep it in a fur vault, and Mom wants to bring it home and have it altered so that I can wear it at last.

I love going to Revillon, though, because it's a really ritzy place, and I walk in there all big and clumsy and grinning and shambling and wearing jeans and a dirty down coat with my hair uncombed, and I can see their spines getting straighter and their lips curling as I wander around petting the furs and spraying on free perfume samples.

I think it's hilarious. I'd go there every day if I could, just to get up their noses.

Then I went home to babysit Molly.

We hung around in my apartment with the cats. Every time she's seen them before, they all pretty much hid, but this time Milo and Baldrick showed themselves and made her happy. Milo was good enough, actually, to sit in the chair and allow her to maul him thoroughly and hug and kiss him until she was sated, cat-wise.

She kept mixing them up, though, She would point at Baldrick and say "That's Milo!" and I said "No, that's Baldrick", and then point at Milo and say "Maldrick!" and I'd say "Nope, that's Milo!"

When Cynthia got home, she said that I had clearly named them wrong, and Molly was just making me aware of that fact.

Okay cats and kittens, I'm outta here.

To keep yourselves entertained, why not read every single word on this site? Also, send me an e-mail and let me know if you want me to notify you of my return! And to those who requested Xmas cards, you'll get them in January--I just didn't have the time.

And, as seen on Dharma and Greg this week:

Dharma's Hippie-Dippie Dad: "Have a happy holiday of your choice, if indeed you choose to celebrate a holiday at all!"

Greg's Rich Straight-Laced Dad: "And have a Happy New Year, if you people believe in calendars."

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