Kill me. Kill me a lot.

Our office just keeps growing. We've now got twice the number of attorneys as when we started. Wish I could say the same about the support staff. In fact, we're down one since our office manager is on maternity leave and will most likely not return. Super!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the renovations continue plodding along.

It didn't occur to me until I started typing this why I've had the overwhelming urge to bake stuff the last few days. I always end up baking when I'm stressed. This isn't good. We're already up to our eyeballs in cake. Save me! (and bring your own fork.)

Poohbare was telling me over the weekend about what a great group of guys he's working with at the mill. He hasn't encountered a single jackass yet. Except for the extreme cold, he seems to like the job. (His boss likes to pinch pennies and doesn't turn on the giant heaters until it's below zero outside.)

Me, being the exceptionally awesome person I am, decided that the guys should be rewarded for there non-jackass status and needed a treat, so I made a couple sheetcakes for Poohbare to take into work. I guess it was a pleasant surprise for the guys and it gave Pooh a chance to meet a few of them whose path he hadn't crossed yet. I'm a networking genius.

We're going out to dinner with the Pennypincher Bossman on Friday. Pooh and Pennypincher have excellent rapport and pick on each other unmercifully. I've been given the green light to join in the jabfest. Pooh's already passed along my comment that I'm no cheap date and I'll prolly want fries with my burger.

It's either gonna be lots of fun or I'll accidently get Poohbare fired. I'll be skipping the wine.... unless it's REALLY expensive. Then I'll have a bunch.

Poohbare's simple weekend project of replacing the window trim on three basement windows turned into quite the nightmare. When he took the trim off the first one, he realized just how much of a crap job the contractors had done. I don't know all the details of what he had to do to square things up and make it right, but much bad language and repeated trips between the basement and garage were involved. He was so frustrated that he postponed windows #2 and #3 til next weekend. I must say, the one he finished looks absolutely gorgeous. The man does good work.

I got to play with the compound mitre saw and really, that's the important thing, right?

Soooooo happy!

HOLY COW! Poohbare has a dark side!

He's been having fun all evening trolling the comment areas of sports articles... telling people they're foolish children who are up past their bedtimes, need to brush their teeth and... "did you clean your room like you were told, son?" (Sound familiar, Ty?)

It's quite a pleasant surprise.

Ya know that snowy/slushy/icy buildup on cars right behind the tires? Yeah, that. Well, I've always enjoyed kicking the "fenderburgs" and knocking em off. Dunno why. Just do.

I did that a couple weeks ago. Didn't know the stuff was frozen solid. So, even though I was intuitive enough to curl my toes inside my shoe, the kick was more forceful than intended and I hurt the end of my big toe. I joked with Poohbare that I probably broke the nail off, but after looking carefully, confirmed all was well.

I was wrong.

Last night almost the whole damn nail came off. I've got it all bandaged up so my shoes don't rub. It looks pretty gross. So... just to spruce things up, I painted a fake toenail on the bandage with polish. Much better!

One little piece at a time, the upgrades around the house take place.

The other night, the washing machine my parents bought in ... oh, I'm guessing 1972 or so ... siezed up, shuddered and died. The new one was delivered this morning. That makes a new washer, dryer and dishwasher all in the last 18 months.

/looks nervously at the stove and fridge

Yeah... so... the other night I looked over at Poohbare and what I MEANT to say was "I just love you soooooo much!"

What came out was "I love you just...sooooo much!"

Well that's been biting me ever since. He been saying stuff like "I'm glad you told me you love me 'just so much.' It's good to know what the boundaries are"... and miscellaneous crap like that. Oh yeah, he says it with a mischievous grin which... which just riles me up even more.

Damn infuriating man.

I dink I'b geddig a code.

And the winner is.....

Probable herniation at C6-7. WOOHOO!

The doc showed me a neat trick on how to turn my head and hold it at a certain angle that makes the pain in my hand/arm stop and the normal sensation return.

Now I just gotta figure out how to keep my head at that awkward angle all night so I can sleep. Hmmmm.... perhaps that sticky new masking tape I referenced a few days back...

Must ponder.