This is the best I can come up with tonight

Cat Door M strikes again

The whole house smells like chocolate right now. I came home last Thursday night to an almost-finished Trash Majal and a note on the kitchen table that said, "Gone riding, will be back Tuesday to finish. Please leave cheesecake in refrigerator."

Cat Door is so easy. He can be bribed by cheesecake like no one's business. Last October when I fell through the rafters in our attic and stuck my leg through the guest room ceiling, all it took was a promise of my warm fudge-filled cheesecake with the pistachio crust and he patched it up so you couldn't even tell. Since then, I've made him a few but never a chocolate one - which is always what he asks for.

So now he gets one. Unless I eat it first. Damn, that thing smells good.

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I need to get the hell out of the Hundred Acre Wood

Eeyore has been almost unbearable lately. Today's fiasco involved detailed cost reports that I have run for a certain project for two years the same freaking way - and suddenly that was apparently WRONG.

He also sent Joey a nasty e-mail last week regarding an old project that they've had some problems on, capping it off with "I guess Liz told you that I've had a shitty week and now it's spilling over onto you - at least it will give you guys something to discuss over dinner."

I'm sorry, but that's just wrong on so many fronts I don't even know where to start.

I think Mer said it right the other day when she renamed him Eeyore, Prince of Darkness.

I have got to start thinking seriously about this job thing and make a move after January 1st. I'll need that 3 weeks of vacation to job hunt....

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Sorry, y'all. I got nuthin'. Other than the need to find a pillow and commence to snoring.