Man, the problem with working a four day week last week is getting back into a normal schedule this week. And it's not even that normal, because I'm going in an hour early all this week, so I'm all sleepy and resentful.

Now, where was I? Did anything interesting happen on Thursday or Friday? I went to work, which wasn't that interesting. Except for the fact that we cut something over two million dollars worth of checks, which was a lovely treat.

O, and on Friday we had our bi-weekly departmental meeting, which is usually fairly dull, but we talked about business for about five or ten minutes and spent the rest of the time talking about what we were planning on doing this weekend and swapping kid stories.

One that I told, I had forgotten to tell you. So, last weekend, at the barbecue, Molly comes up to me and says:

"Kymmie, one time, when I was sneaking into your house, the kitties..."
"What?"
"One time, when I was sneaking into your house..."
"You were sneaking into my house?"
"Uh-huh, and then the kitties..."
"Why were you sneaking into my house?"
"I don't know."
"You're not allowed in my house when I'm not there!"

And then everyone else chimed in about how she needs to stay the hell out of my place unless she is invited. When we were done, she continued:

"Okay, Kymmie, one time, when I was doing that thing, the kitties were running all over the place and then Baldrick chased me all the way up the stairs!"

It was pointed out to her that even Baldrick knew that she wasn't allowed in my house.

The two things that I loved about this exchange were that first of all, the point of her story was about Baldrick chasing her up the stairs, and all of our tiresome interruptions were really just the adults getting caught up in minutia, and the second was that she knew that she was sneaking, but she didn't quite get that in order to successfully sneak, you cannot actually begin a sentence with the words "I was sneaking..."

On Saturday, I saw Anne's show and I have so much to say about it that I'll leave it for tomorrow.

Last call for mix tape traders! I'll be answering emails this week.

What's your current favourite kid story? One about yourself or your siblings when you were a kid is fine if you haven't got kids of your own.

And we're still talking about unintentional comedies, sexiest thing that maybe other people will think is weird, (you don't want me to ask sex questions, do you?), procrastination, destiny, Martha Stewart, our new favourite books, and still, and always, our big fat asses.

Today's horoscope:
You are quieter than usual, less inclined to reveal your thoughts and feelings. Solitary thinking brings some insights.

One year ago today:
Holy cow, I've become a 9th Ave. character!

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