So yesterday I woke up and hoped that there might be some reason for me to cut work, but it was a stunningly gorgeous day! I mean, it made your heart hurt to look at it.

I guess that the hurricane used up all of the bad weather that there could be, and there was nothing left but the perfect fall day.

By the way, there is an entry up for yesterday, it just didn't go up until terribly late in the evening.

Yesterday was Liza's last day,a day of mourning to be certain, because with Adam gone, too, that's it for useful people in the finance department.

We took her out to lunch to be re-imbursed by The Company That Must Not Be Named, just like every single other goodbye and birthday lunch ever in the history of the company, and I was the one who paid because The Raccoon's bank card wasn't working, and then when we got back, The Evil Overlord refused to sign off on it!

She said it was too much, that she only authorized $60, when The Raccoon had told her clearly that it would be ten people at about $20 each, and it only ended up being $151.42!

I didn't want to be out $151.42--The Raccoon wrote me a check, but I didn't want her to be out it either! She refused to take the check back and she refused to let me give her half in cash, so I accepted it but I wasn't going to cash it.

Finally, they agreed to pay for it, but honestly, how fucking asshole cheap can you get? This is a multi-million dollar company, fer cryin' in the beer.

Then Cynthia picked me up in the car with the kids, because Fran was going up for his 2nd degree black belt promotion, and Cynthia needed to go and fight with the promotion people, so I dropped her off at the dojo and drove the kids home.

Astonishingly, Bonnie fell asleep in the car and stayed asleep when I brought her in and put her down.

When I put Molls to bed, she was telling me about her new balloon. About how it was her birthday tomorrow (now today) and she would be three years old.

"And the next day is your birthday, Kymmie!"
"But my birthday was last month, I don't want to have another birthday right away, I'm aging fast enough as it is!"
"Okay. How about Friday?"
"I guess so..."

She compromised for me.

She's doing another funny thing, though. Whenever she says something that her mother said, like "And then Mommy said 'Blahblahblah,'" she says it with a French accent! Like this:

"Kymmie, tell me the story about when Mommy and Daddy were doing a show and I crawled up on stage!"
"But I don't know that story!"
"Okay, I'll tell you and then you can tell me! Here's the deal, Mommy and Daddy were doing a show with Joseke and they were up on the stage and I wanted to get up there too, so I crawled up the stairs and I was on the stage and Mommy and Daddy said 'O Mol-lee, 'ow deed you get up 'ere?'"

And I thought "Why is she making her mother sound like my mother? Does Cynthia pretend to be French?"

Anyway, she was in bed, and Bonnie was asleep, and all was well in the world. Around midnight, though, Bonnie started to yell a bit, but I looked at her and she wasn't awake at all, just sort of yelling in her sleep. Then she leapt to her feet, yelling "Mommy!" but I picked her up and she dropped her head on my chest.

I lay down on the sofa, and she was clearly about ready to fall asleep again, but she was shaking a little, so I got up to get the blanket and at that moment the porch light started blinking on and off like an Aldis lamp (they were either taking too much time getting the door open or they were making out) and that was it, sleep was over.

They came inside and she started screaming like a mandrake. Had they come home ten minutes earlier or later, it would have been fine, but they came home at the exact wrong moment, and she was still screaming when I went to sleep two hours later.

Today's horoscope:
TV or movies could give ideas for shared sensual satisfactions. Thinking about pleasure can lead to attaining it.

One year ago today:
"Try our divine and gorgeous ice cream"

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