Ok, I just wrote this really long, witty post about movies and puppets and re-makes and when I hit the “save” button it all disappeared. Now I am too mad to re-write it all. Sorry. It was a good one too. I know you would have liked it.

Voicemail. It’s a love-hate relationship for me. Most days I love it. It allows me to screen my calls (“Yeah. I’ll call you back. Riiiiight.”), let irate clients blow off their steam before I talk to them in person (“I am so sorry you feel that way. Is there anything I can do?”) and it can be replayed over and over and over. (“Hi hun. I was just thinkin’ about you. Call me. Lovin’.”)

I don’t even mind leaving voicemails. I can break bad news with tact (“Sorry. Somewhere along the line we must have lost that check.”), leave vague but professional messages (“Due to compliance regulations we are unable to accommodate your wishes at this time.”) and plan exactly what I am going to say without interruption (“I understand how you were confused by this, but unfortunately it is not something we can do.”)

Today I HATE it. I have several people I have been playing phone-tag with (not nearly as fun as it sounds) and it is really starting to get on my nerves. All I need to do is actually TALK to these two people and I can go home for the day. That’s it. Then I can start my weekend. But nooooooo. I keep getting their damn voicemail. Urgggh.

On the other hand, voicemail is waaaaay better than that goddamn busy signal.

This is the best I can do with what is out there on the Internet! Enjoy!

It’s Wednesday which means I am half way through this week, which is turning out to be the Longest. Week. Ever. I don’t really know why, but every day this week has felt like it should be a few days later, which only leads to bitter disappointment.

On a happier note, it’s raining today. I know to most people that is not necessarily a good thing, but for me it’s great. I love the rain. It’s the Oregonian in me. I am not a lover of the sun (and my pale skin makes that painfully obvious). But I just love curling up inside with a good book or a classic movie and watching the rain come down outside. Today it’s more of a sprinkle, but I had to turn on my windshield wipers on the drive to work and that thoroughly excited me.

Now if only fall would just hurry up and get here. Simeon and I were talking this morning about a Meier & Frank gift card I got for my birthday and how I am having trouble using it. I know, I know. It’s a dilemma. But there is just so much summer clothing still out there that I am not into. But I reassured Sim that I am feeling fine and sweaters will be out soon. And you all know I have NO trouble buying sweaters. Mmmmm. I just love ’em. Comfy…Cozy… Concealing. 😉

I have also been craving fall foods. You know what I mean: pumpkin, stuffing, mashed potatoes. I get hungry just thinking about it. But since it’s still summer, the restaurants and stores haven’t yet switched to their fall menus. So I just have to improvise. Thanks to Raych, I was able to order a “Pumpkin” Chai today at Starbucks. Since the Pumpkin Spice isn’t available yet, she taught me that if you do two pumps vanilla, one pump cinnamon and one pump hazelnut, it tastes amazingly close to pumpkin. Sooooo good. And you can get it year round. It’s a win-win really.

Oh and one more thing that is making me smile today. I just realized I am on the last page of my phone message book here at work, so I get to….order office supplies! I can feel the adrenaline pumping already. Hey, it’s as close as I can get to buying school supplies. Which is just about the best part about back-to-school time. Too bad I haven’t been in school for three years. I wonder if I will ever grow out of the urge to stock up on pencils (which I cannot even remember the last time I used a pencil), erasers, and notebook paper. Ooooh! And spiral notebooks. Ahhhh. Those were the good ol’ days. But I can seek solace in buying my phone message book, a couple ink cartridges, and maybe even a new sharpie for good measure. Or some more Wite-Out correction tape. It’s the best thing ever. Oh and for those of you who are curious, the Retractable Hi-Liter is still phenomenal. FYI.

…unfortunately it’s not for me….yet. But it is for Heather and Barney! Simeon and I are heading to Bellingham in a few minutes and we are going to be there to welcome the latest Boisvert to the world. I am so excited for Heather and Barney, not only do they already have an adorable little princess in Miss Lindsay, but they are about to have their second child.

Heather being one of my oldest friends, I have been lucky enough to watch her change and grow over the years and she has becoming the most loving mother and supportive wife. Had you known her ten (hell, even five!!) years ago, you would never have believed she would become a wife, let alone a mother. But now that she has, I couldn’t be more proud of her and the woman she has become. I love her more than anything, and while I will hold it against her forever that she moved so far away from me, the fact that she personally asked me to be in the waiting room when she had her baby, I think I may start to forgive her.

So Sim and I are taking off for the weekend. But we made sure the hotel we are staying at has Wi-Fi so we can upload the pictures and share their little one with the world. I love you, Heather. We are on our way!

…work potlucks ROCK. I am sitting at my desk eating a Fudgesicle. MMMMmmmmmmm!

…this Fudgesicle also happens to be sugar-free which, to me, translates to guilt-free!

…typing with one hand really slows me down. But its really hard to hold the Fudgesicle with no hands and not drip it all over the place.

Simeon lets me sort my Sour Patch Kids by color. He even helped! Without teasing me. God, I love this man.

(Oh and this photo was taken while we were seeing Dukes of Hazzard over the weekend with my new camera phone. Yeah, that my husband got for me ’cause he didn’t want me to ever be without a camera. And that’s reason 865, baby!)

On one of my many trips to the bathroom, I realized I needed to, um, take care of somethings while I was in there (if you catch my drift) so I grabbed my purse and fished out a tampon. Then I realized my fancy-work-pants do not have pockets, which presents me with the problem of walking through the lobby of my office (complete with co-workers and clients) to get to the restroom out in the hall with a tampon in my hand. So what do I do? What else?! I toss the tampon down my shirt and it settles nicely between the girls. And you know what, it didn’t occur to me that it was at all silly until I actually got into the restroom. Then I rolled my eyes at myself and thought, “Ohmigod. What did I just do? I totally feel like I am in high school again!”