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[mrissa]

Add to the list of "things mrissa should be able to do this week but apparently can't": unloading the dishwasher.

Broke two glasses while falling.

Did not break the me, unless you count two minuscule cuts on my feet, which I don't as they are barely more than pinpricks and have already stopped bleeding.

Am glad I was the only one up so I didn't shower the wee beastlet with glass shards.

Am sorry I was the only one up, as I then had to pick my way out of the glass shards and clean them up while only marginally steady. (Leaving them where they were was not a reasonable option.)

Am trying very hard not to be in a Very Bad Mood over this.

Tell me something good, please. A good book you've read or a good food you've eaten or a good anecdote you've heard.

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[theferret.livejournal.com]

My boss takes us all out to eat occassionally. Well, a week ago he decided we needed to go to the Buffet. Since he's a manager, he can sign for the lunch meaning the casino pays for it. When the cashier asked if he was signing for it, Doug (he's my boss) said "No, I'm signing for it" while moving his hands around in a mockery of sign language. The cashier didn't get it. And the best part was that they had a strawberry pie which I had for dessert. It was quite yummy.