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It's been a very busy week, and next week promises to be even more packed. Over the past few days I've not slept enough, drank too much coffee, and crammed in more than my usual number of daily meetings. I know I ate food, but it was mostly forgettable meals on the run, which is getting a little tiresome. A few things rather dominated the mental landscape, however.
1. Trip to the vet for Mikey. I thought he was losing weight, and all kinds of scenarios went through my head: feline leukemia, cancer, etc. In the end, though, he has just one major problem: about a million or so fleas. Because he's been scratching and licking himself so furiously, his coat has been thinning, making him look like a mangy, skinny stray. Cost of exam, emergency flea pills and flea/tick/mite treatments for 3 cats x 3 months: $219.59.
2. An amazing sandwich. One of the memorable things I swallowed this week was during some time-out on the front porch of a tiny tea room on a quiet street a few blocks away. Toasted olive-encrusted panini bread, sliced roast pork, brie, Dijon and mayo. I sat in the sun with my laptop and did some translation, getting away from the phone and other people.
3. The continuing attentions of the Shark. He's the guy who didn't call me back about that dinner invitation on Tuesday. Turns out, another female member told him to back off and wait until I called because-after-all-how-could-he-in-all-good-conscience-hit-on-a-newcomer? My thinking exactly. Problem is, he's really just thinking about himself and somewhere not too far down the line, his penis.
Yes, I actually wrote that word on my blog.
4. Dealings with unhappy/sick/self-absorbed humans. It's easy to walk into a meeting and shake hands and smile and say "Fine" and we like it when other people do the same, keeping it simple. But some folks have their heads so far up their asses with their own issues that they don't care how their words affect others.
5. Gossip.
Today I am going to pack a bag and leave for the weekend. This is the one where I get to see my boy, all circumstances permitting!
Back on Monday sometime.
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If you're in town and want to grab a coffee, just email hon!
And I think what you said about him could be said about most men.
The biggest reason that men and women can't be friends (IMHO) is that men don't have to think about their penises. That would require premeditation and the truth is that there often isn't any.
Penis-thinking is just our default mode. What women call "thinking with their penis" or "thinking about their penis" is what we call "just thinking". We have to make Herculean efforts not to let our Penises enter the equation and no man can do that for very long.
Sorry about that.
Remember: If a man is thinking, it's probably with his penis.
That finger movie (with Jennifer Anniston) was on TV last night. I fell asleep at the end. But I finally saw where you got that picture from.
Laura: "Office Space." The first half of the movie is the best part, anyway, so it doesn't matter if you fell asleep ;-)
hi T...and ty!!!
Go! Go!
You didn't like the end of "Office Space"? I thought that, at the very least, the guy with the stapler problem was hilarious. :)
I didn't say I didn't like the second half of Office Space; I just think the first half is more hilarious.
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