45-year-old mother of two human boys, ages 16 and 12; pet-mom to three rather yappy canines and two cats; keeper of the zoo; and wife to one incredibly tolerant man. Alternately babbles and rants.
Read on at your own risk.
Amanda - Me Choreboy/ Brent - The Husband The Elder Offspring - what it sounds like The Gum Zombie - the younger offspring The Nephew - see above, re: Elder The Divine Miss M - my niece Teddy, a/k/a Hound, f/k/a Toad - small hyperactive chihuahua/ yorkie mix Charlie - baby dog! chihuahua/ pug mix, or "chug" Daniel - large sedate male of the feline persuasion Emily - rounded homicidal female of the feline persuasion Bob, a/k/a Blob - interdimensional traveler masquerading as Felis silvestris catus The rest of the critters can be found over here.
To 135, that is. All is well in the World of Amanda's Work Wardrobe.
Outside of that, not much is going on beyond me coming down with the Office Plague. We had two down for the count and two going down with it on Friday, and when I woke up Sunday morning I knew I'd been hit. I missed work today but appear to be improving so the grand plan is to drag my ailing-but-no-longer-contagious self into the office tomorrow to survey the damage.
Anyone want to place bets on how many items have been hijacked from my desk? I'm guessing my scissors have gone missing, likely my red pen, and also my staple puller.