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Tuesday, July 9, 2002

Well, I'm back again. Contrary to popular belief, I've not fallen off the edge of the earth or had a nervous breakdown. I have simply been busy moving my office, trying to get out an RFP for an independent actuarial review, and adjust to a summertime schedule. There are only so many things a girl can do at once. Something had to give. And my journal was that something. (Oh quit whining, John. I did NOT give you up. I just made you give.)

(ed - no comment -- jd)

Don't you hate it when your boss has a bad day? Shit rolls downhill, baby, and when the boss has a bad day, you REALLY have a bad day. Today, I got a five minute telephone lecture on filing. That, my friends, is my cue to duck for the day. And, I'm sure, John will claim it is his as well.

(ed - no comment -- jd)

Jack is now short 3 front teeth. Which makes corn on the cob a difficult meal choice for him. When he ate it last week, he ended up with butter on his ears in his attempt to use his eye teeth. Then again, the boy doesn't seem to mind being dirty, so what the heck.

(ed - no comment -- jd)

Despite Rhiannon's protestations to the contrary (MOTHER, there is NO relationship!), the crush the neighbor boy has on her seems to be becoming mutual. At least based on the number of times his name passes her lips on a minute by minute basis. In fact, once is not sufficient. She usually says it three times, like he (or us) won't hear her the first time she calls it. (Or is the thrice spoken name more in the nature of an incantation or love potion, perhaps?) It's hard on poor old Dad. It's one thing when the object of your daughter's affection is in the same class, it is an entirely different matter when the gentleman in question lives next door. Luckily for the neighborhood boys, it has been too hot for John to contemplate actively dismembering any of them. Besides, that doesn't make for good neighborly relations. (Oh, so sorry I removed your son's head, but he looked upon my daughter with lustful intent. I'm sure you understand. Hopefully it will grow back.)

(ed - no comment -- Oh, you just knew I couldn't leave that alone. Heck, the kid's maybe eight or nine - if he's thinking lustful thoughts at that age, he's going to die before fall anyway. Buildups, donchaknow. -- jd)

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