1. I must have had PMS this weekend, because DH was under my skin like he rarely is these days. It culminated in him walking into our bathroom while I was giving DD a bath to announce that he found a bar of soap that she randomly left in the kitchen. And he gave me this expectant look, like he wanted advice or a cookie or something. You found soap, good for you, put it away and shut up already.
2. My beebee mother just emailed me these exact words: "My 65th birthday is only 978 days away. Would anyone like to accompany me to WDW [Walt Disney World] for 5 days??????" <-- Not exaggerated, I counted twice: she used six question marks. I did not dwell on this here, but our Thanksgiving trip almost did me in. Ugh. Flame me now, because I have a feeling in 978 days, I'll be going, and I'll have no one to blame but myself. ::silent scream::
3. Newer New Guy seemed fine until he went and changed his email font to Comic Sans. WTF? Isn't it common knowledge that it is a completely unacceptable font? This isn't news, I remember reading Comic Sans hate in the late 90's, for christsake. Why would an otherwise decent person make that choice?
That's all I got.
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