Let’s just say that apparently my MOUTH got about 10% bigger.  Thank god my boss signed my raise before I called him my pimp.

*laughs*

Only me.

*giggle*  What?  I meant my bedroom.  It’s a ten foot cube.

Last night when my roommate knocked on my door, I had to put one cat in my laundry basket and the other on the bookshelf, to make room for my roommate to come in.

It’s been a challenge, but I love the cosiness of it.  It can’t get too messy.  No room for it.  A tiny room keeps you honest.  Makes you creative. 

A tiny room makes you sit in the rabbit pen to watch TV.  Which means you spend more time with a snuggly bunny, and less time actually watching the TV.

 

I love that if I pull out a camera, she doesn’t stop her story or tense up or duck or stop doing what she was doing.  That’s so rare.

“….. Follow the trail of croissant right up here to my coat pocket, please.”

The male is Archibald, the mother is Millicent, and the babies are (clockwise from top) Rafferty, Kendall, Seeley and Wynn.

And it’s very hard for me to accept the fact that they cannot come home and live with me.

CTO - “Cold enough for ya?”

Valancy Jane - “I know, right?”

CTO - “Did someone relocate us, and forget to tell us?”

Valancy Jane - “Who do we call about this?”

CTO - “Facilities, I think.”

Valancy Jane - “I’ll call tomorrow, first thing.”

CTO - “Maybe we forgot to pay the light bill ………….”

…. you were going to waste a bunch of time trying to find out what that song is in that Acura ATX commercial, the one that sounds like something about a drama kid, I’ll save you some time and tell it’s actually “Let the Drummer Kick” and it’s by Citizen Cope.

My boss said he needs to talk to me about that raise I asked for.  And of course, my desperate need for his approval and neurotic tendencies mean my mind immediately leaps to the obvious conclusion that he’s going to fire me.  And that he hates my hair.

Sam made me a cinnamon roll and Conehead brought me donuts. 

I’m sitting down here going into a sugar coma and WILLING him to call me up and get this meeting over with.  I wonder if it would help if I stood outside his office and clawed at my face, whimpering “DON’T YOU KNOW YOU’RE KILLING ME?” until he lets me in.

I looked like the most organized homeless woman ever.

Valancy Jane - “I need four triple A batteries, quick!”

Cashier - “Everything ok, hun?”

Valancy Jane - “My remote batteries died and my tv is stuck on ‘Superstar’.”

Cashier - “Oh god.”

Valancy Jane - “Exactly.”

….. to apply to change my “driver’s safety” class schedule to accomadate watching the new season of So You Think You Can Dance?

Tell me, honestly.