Back to the grindstone...

And if by grindstone you mean the wretched life-sucking pit of despair that is my job, then uh.... where was I going with this?

Oh yeah... So, today was Tiffany's Birthday. She loved the tiara, monkey watch and pink jeweled computer mouse that I gave her. I also gave her the Frommer's Guide to Washington D.C. for her impending move. I'm trying to be supportive of her decision to stay in the military. However, with my own miserable outlook, it's hard to be positive about anyone spending the next four years in a position where deployment is possible. *sigh* oh well, it's her choice...

Emily is back in Oregon safe and sound. I miss her already, but I'm glad that she will be closer to Mom & Dad now. You know in case that bumper falls off her mutilated truck. ;)

I'm feeling much better now. I still feel a little weak, but that is mostly because my stomach has shrunken to the size of a pea and it hasn't had very much room for food today. Tim and I are hitting up happy hour at the Irish Hound again tonight, so hopefully I'll find something tempting on their menu.

more to come...
~e