Possumblog

At least you can get some sleep in the staff meeting, even if it means you get assigned all the action items when you aren't paying attention.

Do you ever get the urge to run away from home? (I do, and have no where near the provocation you do)

Well, the urge to bolt is tempered by the bulky radio tracking collar I have to wear, and the bright fluorescent orange number painted on my flank. Sure, the tranquilizer dart is fun when it kicks in, but it does eventually wear off.

some of her other quotes might cheer you up--f'rintance 'horticulture' or 'Martinis.'

Horticulture does, in fact, play a part in the proceedings. Although not quite of the Parkeresque variety.

Hoo boy...sounds as though you must have had one of THOSE weekends. When you give us an update be sure to let us know what level of Dante's hell you were on.

I actually would have thought things would have gone pretty well, being Mother's Day and all--sort of a distraction, you know?

::snicker:: Distraction!? As if!

Since I read this entry last I guess I'll do a global comment. You and Miss Reba just go on strike till your slave labor conditions "improve". I have to admit I'd have tanned a few butts if I'd had the noncompliance you talked about. Ah well, I think it's best I'm over the parenting now... umm well not quite as 2 of my line cooks are acting like oldest. Did a extended family brunch on M-Day, nice crowd, well dressed for the most part and both my lemon chiffon and red velvet cakes drew raves. I'm in awe though the clan matriarch was 101 and as sharp as a tack. I hope I'd as blessed.

Just be glad your many levels of hell did not include overflowing sewer pipes and runaway dogs.

Oh, after reading your tale of woe, I think I must agree with you.