oy

offered unironically by the uberconservative listserv (mccain is WAY too
liberal for them) that somehow got my name before the election: Calendar
girl.

Look, mackenzie!

Party
favors with handbells in them! (Thanks, hobbitblue.)

melancholy

We all know by now that I love my job, and I really truly do. So I have to
think this lethargy and lassitude is due to something other than not
wanting to be at work.

Which starts a laundry list in my head:

( begin whinge )

Game night tomorrow

Game night at my place tomorrow. There will be (because of course I care about the food as much as the game) homemade cream puffs and a big pot of chili. There will be lots of games to choose from. There will be chips and coffee and iced tea, probably. There will not be soda unless you bring it. Come one, come all. Did I mention the homemade cream puffs? :-)