My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Still trying to churn through these documents.  In the meanwhile, here’s some randomness:

For those who haven’t seen it yet, this is a great site with old Weight Watcher’s recipes.  My favorite is probably the Mousse of Salmon, although there are many, many hilarious (and disgusting) recipes to choose from. 

I picked up a Michael Kors bag that was half the price of the Coach one I’ve been wanting and ordered a cute Fossil bag (see below) this week. 

This is it though.  I’m done with the purse thing.  One of them may even go back, depending on how much retail therapy I feel I need… although, they’ve finally exhausted my tax and 401K withholdings, so it’s practically like getting a raise!  =)  And for those keeping track of my recent purse purchases:  Purses recently purchased (4).  Purses returned (2).  Potential purse returns (1).

Am excited about going home for Thanksgiving.  Haven’t been home in months, as my grandmother frquently and tearfully reminds me.  It’s hard being the best-loved granddaughter (um, no offense B. and L.).  Anyways, if you’re in the Bay Area over Thanksgiving, give me a call.  And if you’re interested in going out in SF with my Quad friends Saturday Friday night, definitely give me a call!  

Oh, and please don’t let me within ten feet of anymore Halloween candy.  I think I may be sick.  (I don’t know why people seem to think that just because one’s not ten anymore and one is therefore ostensibly an “adult,” one has any more self control now than one did then.)

Scene:  Friday afternoon, JP2 enters my office waiving a draft letter I’d emailed to him yesterday.  I’m slumped in my chair, despondently reviewing page 1,500 of a 15,600 page document review project.

JP2:  This letter made me laugh!

Silence.  Panicked thoughts of being fired for my incompetence racing through my mind.  Shock and confusion, tinged with horror, etched on my weary face.

JP2:  (looking a little confused)  I can’t wait to see opposing counsel’s reaction to it! 

Me:  (light slowly dawning)  Ohhhhh.  Oh, uh, yes, it’s a rather stern letter.  That’s the tone you wanted, right?

JP2:  Right.  It’s perfect.  Great job!

Me:  (beginning to breath normally again)  Whew.  I thought you were laughing because the letter was really bad!  That, by the way, accounts for the look of panic you may have noticed when you first walked in.

JP2:  (shocked)  What?  I was wondering what that was all about.  I thought I’d done something wrong!

Me:  Nope, just me being paranoid.

JP2:  I’d certainly never couch criticism in those terms!  Or at least I hope I wouldn’t.

Me:  I know.  It just took me a second to realize what you meant.  My first thought was, “Wow, why is JP2 being so mean?”

JP2:  Okay, well, if I ever do – feel free to tell me to go to hell!

End scene.

Epilogue:  I’m still in the office desperately trying to finish the document review project that needs to be done by Tuesday.  Currently on page 6,161.  *Tears*  Sadness at working all weekend and having to cancel all plans mitigated only slightly by realization that at least I am appreciated.