cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

Yo, GCC! If I were to place an order with Lush in the near future, would anyone be interested in adding to it?

I got my six-month performance review back today. Holy shit. My supervisor ADORES me. Apparently I set all sorts of records in getting certified and "have been a valuable asset to our team". This is me, that is the feather, see me on the floor. Even though I turned my office into a Fortress of Solitude this afternoon and took a half-hour to read Micah* before starting on yet another development project.

I received confirmation today that the second of my I Want To Let People Know I Care packages arrived today. This is a very good thing. If Burt's Bees, massive amounts of chocolate, and really good books don't help distract the Czar's lady, then my only recourse is to send a cabana boy. *sigh* They're pretty easy to order, but shipping is HORRENDOUS.**

This evening was spent alternating between Totally Worried and Sugar Buzzed. If you have good thoughts to spare, send them toward the Prestons. If you don't have good thoughts to spare, go visit Craig's Cake Shop in Verona. Tell them you want to buy a wedding cake. Bring three friends (have one of them be your "intended"). You'll get plates of cake, fun stories, and have a splendid time.***

I also got to talk to my little sister, which is always a good thing. I only had to threaten her with death and destruction once.**** This could, in fact, be a new record for us. She wants to rant about some of the kids in her classes, I want to complain about work, we both want to gossip about boys. I promised that the next time she comes up, we'll go to the U-Bake store. I might even convince her to get her nails done.*****



So. How was your day?


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* - I've been reading Laurell K Hamilton's books again. They're like cotton candy for the brain - all fluff, no substance. I'm reminded of my latent desire to take her Mary Sue by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. The plot exists only as a method by which she may write more porn. Yes, cotton candy with a lurid core. Now isn't that a lovely visual?

** - Really. If you go to the proper online sites, you can get a pretty good cabana boy for next to nothing. Not that I would EVER try to get a cabana boy without first having a cabana. Sheesh. Did you honestly think my priorities were THAT messed up? Honestly, people...

*** - No, he did NOT offer to cut me a percentage of any business I might send his way. But when he offers to make a cake with a chocolate layer, brushed with Kahlua, chocolate mousse, chocolate cake, raspberries, vanilla cake, chocolate fudge sauce, a final layer of vanilla, and the whole thing coated in whipped cream and white chocolate? *drool*

**** - Her hypothetical conversation. Mom: So when do you talk to your sister?
Her: Well, she has this online journal...
Mom: Where is it?
Her: sabine791110.livejournal.com
Mom: *surfs the 'net*
Mom: *reads LJ*
Mom: *has a heart attack*
Mom: *keeeeels me ded*
My ghost: *torments my sister forever and ever*

***** - I propose that we make my little sister a member of the GCC. She's not quite as geeky as me, but she's more violent and quite a bit of fun.******

****** - I think I need to read some Pratchett to get rid of this sudden fascination with footnotes. Or Jasper Fforde and the Footnoterphone. Mmmm...bad puns...*******

******* - Great shit. I just had the most fantastic notion. What would happen if Pratchett and Fforde collaborated on a novel?! *has happy literary fangirl moment*