I�m only in the office
2005-05-05, 11:11 a.m.

I�m only in the office for a few hours today, because today is my friend�s mom�s funeral. Well, memorial service. She passed away a couple of weeks ago, but when you cremate, you have some leeway in the scheduling of things.

I�ll be leaving early so I can go home and iron DW�s �nice� clothes.

Him: Do I need to wear a suit?

Me: Here�s where you have been very smart. You keep expectations very low as far as your wardrobe, so I think you can get away with pressed khakis and a button-down shirt, either long or short sleeved.

Him: Sounds good.

Me: I�ll iron for you. You really have done a good job at keeping peoples� expectations low. They won�t recognize you in a shirt with buttons, and the sleeves still intact.

Him: Bite me.

On another wardrobe-related tangent, I dressed in decent clothes today, but forewent drying the hair and putting on makeup. I look good from the neck down, unless you look at my feet. I took my shoes off and am shuffling about the office barefoot. So professional! As I left the house this morning, I told DW I�ve given up � no makeup, no dry hair. And he so very sweetly replied, �You haven�t given up anything. You�re beautiful.�

AWWWWW. Doesn�t that just melt your heart? See why I love him? I do bitch and carp, but he�s the nicest person I�ve ever met.

I heard through the workplace scuttlebutt that some of the residents on one of our properties are very concerned about the on-site manager because, and I quote the rumor here: Laura is so difficult to work for.

HA! HA HA! I am not. I�m easy. I just want folks to show up, get off their fat asses, act like grownups, and treat residents with respect. So if that makes your job difficult, bitch, bite me.

If I were to get a tattoo, it would the word �EASY� written between my shoulder blades.

And finally, along the lines of "She turned me into a newt! I got better", I bring you this good news:

My brother-in-law does not have prostate cancer. All is well.