January: Today is "Christmas" with my husband's family.
March: I was planning to put up a long, thoughtful post, but I just haven't been able to come up with anything coherent.
April: Where am I and what am I doing in this hand basket?
May: (1) Rolling craft cart. Took it to Baronial Meeting, yelled "free to a good home" and got out of the way.
June: The corporate pecking order in the company is an odd thing, or at least it is in my department.
July: For some reason, Billy Mays' death made me sad.
August: How many orange barrels/cones DOES the
September: So this afternoon Pam and I were playing "do you remember" with our twenty-three year old temp.
November: Hi. I'm still alive. Mostly.
December: "Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time."