Magnetic Poetry

… You’re talking to a twenty-something with two kids of her own, mention Phyllis Diller in passing, and get this question: “Is she someone who works in another department?” The first one of you who responds with “Phyllis who?” will get a really nasty look from me.

It’s pouring. The lights are flickering. I still have about 25% of my paperwork to do. I can’t put it off until tomorrow – I have tomorrow off for yet more doctor’s appointments. If we lose power I’m going to be here forever. And it’s been that kind of day.

MRG and ADM: here’s the exact code I used yesterday for the thumbnail: <CENTER><A HREF=”http://album.atomic-systems.com/showPic.php/12117/ShoulderKitten1.JPG” target=”_blank”><IMG ALT=”Click on this image thumbnail to see it in its full size” BORDER=”0″ SRC=”http://album.atomic-systems.com/showPic.php/12117/ShoulderKitten1.JPG/1″></A> <FONT SIZE=”1″>Click on picture for larger view.</FONT></CENTER> The border around a graphic as an active link bugs me, so I remove that. I finally figured…

I continually underestimate The Prof [insert head hung in shame here]. He got things fixed with the apartment management this morning, and they’ve agreed to extend our lease for an additional month, which is all we need to accomplish the move. No penalties, no grief, no problems. The Prof brought the paperwork over for me…

Is there anything in life quite as awkward as a holiday spent with someone else’s relatives? If so, don’t put my name on the list of participants. I’ve had my share of awkward for this season. The original plan was that the Professor’s grandmother would be making dinner Christmas Eve, which Daughters #1 and #2…

Of COURSE laughter is denial. It’s spitting into the wind because you’re sure that you can duck faster than Fate blows. It’s tickling the belly of a cat who hates its belly tickled because *this* time she might realize she likes being tickled. Laughter is walking right up to the edge of the cliff because…