FUCK YOU BLACK & DECKER GRASSSHOG STRING TRIMMER! FUCK YOU! I hate you and your constant unspooling/jamming issues. Did I say fuck you? I did? Well, fuck you again!

No hangover. I endorse this.

Herbie got his shots and a checkup yesterday. He's right on target for weight, etc. The vet said he might be a little mopey for the next 24 hours or so. I guess "mopey" for him is he didn't slap me upside the head during the night cuz he felt it was time to play.

He helped me do the usual Friday morning stuff like sorting laundry and changing the linens, etc. "Help" may not be the most accurate term. lol

I sure am looking forward to the long weekend. Stay safe, all and be careful playing with pyrotechnics.

Seems two of my attorneys held all their work for my return rather than entrust the other secretary with any of it. Super! The senior partner also dropped a major project on my desk. ("Can you get that out today?" Uh... sure?....)

It was a rough day to say the least. WAY too much thinky stuff. I hate thinky stuff. ick.

Anyway, I'll go in early again, work thru lunch again, stay a little late again and maybe I'll be relatively caught up and able to breathe by Wednesday.

Despite all that, it did feel good to be back at work. I like being needed and trusted to do my job well. Proof that I'm insane? Perhaps.

WOOT WOOT I'm released to return to work today. Thank God! "That Woman" a/k/a Mom is stressing me to the nth degree. Nah, it hasn't been too bad the last few days and Poohbare's presence always settles me.

I got an SOS text from one of the paralegals at the office begging for confirmation that I will most definitely be back today. LOL Seems I missed. I do dread seeing the condition of my desk this morning. I made sure it was absolutely clear before I left. Guess I'll go in a little early and do damage control.

I've done a little patrol of the house and the grounds and all seems pretty well squared away. We accomplished a heck of a lot over the last couple of weeks and it feels damn good. All that's left to do in the garage is completely reorganize the workbench. The shed stuff is done, the yard looks good, the landscaping issues are moving right along, the house foundation is getting repainted a bit at a time, etc. etc. etc.

All in all I'm quite satisfied with life.*

*subject to change without notice.

So... Poohbare is kicked back on the bed looking utterly adorable and cuddly and I can't resist a moment longer. I turn, and start to throw my leg over him so as to sit in his lap facing him.... and realize how hard it is to get my foot past his bent knee. He grabs my ankle and gives me an assist. As we're giggling about this minor mishap, a charlie horse hits me right in the hip socket, so I'm gasping and holding my hip saying OW! OW! OW! at which point he starts laughing and says "we're just not teenagers anymore" and we both collapse with laugher.

Oh well. It was a nice idea. Briefly.

I have thoroughly enjoyed a drama-free day. *like*

I am obnoxiously cheerful today... for absolutely no good reason. *like*

Does anyone know of a good discussion forum on how to deal with a stubborn almost-80-year-old woman? She's driving me nuts!

She refuses to communicate anything of relevance - you know, like her health and other info I might actually need. She's totally isolated herself from life. She won't give a valid reason for any decision other than "Because I do/don't want to!" She's started lying on a regular basis - this ... the woman who always held honesty sacred. She tries to be sneaky (major fail!) ARGH!

H-E-L-P M-E !!!!!!!!!!!!