Not much exciting going on here today - it's been cold as balls here and all I've been doing is rushing from one heated space to another. I guess compared to Gretchen's weather, I shouldn't be whining too much, but that's totally my perogative as a Southerner. We hate the cold.
We got the official notice today that The Big Office Building Job client is coming to do a final audit of our accounting and files. Basically, the job guaranteed a maximum price but the customer has the right at any time to do an audit. Unfortunately, even though he was just here last year, the auditor is coming back. On Valentine's Day. So when we got the email from our client, I took the opportunity to forward it to EPOD with the attached note:
"Dear EPOD: Happy Valentine's Day! Hugs and Kisses, Your Client. PS - Bend over!"
He loved it.
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April talked me into signing up at this skin clinic to get some peels done. I'm waiting until after we get back from Florida and Vegas before I get them done, because apparently you can't have too much sun exposure afterwards for a while or you will turn into something resembling a Jesse James hot dog (you know, the nasty red ones you get at gas stations in the middle of nowhere?).
Why the peels? Well, after listening to the litany of work done on most of the ladies around these parts, I got to feeling woefully inadequate. No Botox, no Restalyne, no chemical peels, no boob jobs, nothing. I've at least got to have something on my social resume to talk about, and I figure it's a lot cheaper - especially since I'm not going to be getting any Botox from someone I find in the ValPak coupon envelope like other people I've met recently. Ahem.
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The fever has hit the World's Most Expensive Preschool...the fever to get the kids signed up for the School-Age program. Know how many spots they have available for the 45 pre-kindergarten students in the school? Ten. TEN.
We got a little heads-up from the owner of the school - we were one of the first families to enroll at the school and I guess they felt like they owed us a little leg up. So we kind of skirted the rules and slipped our application in early. The official registration is 7 AM on Thursday.
Hey, at this point, it's survival of the fittest. Or maybe the sneakiest. If we hadn't gotten him in, we would have been majorly screwed. I don't even want to think about what we would've had to do in order to cover before and after school care...ye gods....
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Off to watch Real Housewives of Orange County...new episode tonight. I love that stupid show.
3 comments:
Balls cold? I thought they were warm.
Heather- not after your hands got on them!
Liz- email me a picture, I'll photoshop ya a new nose, high cheekbones and give ya the boobs of a porn star.
I love those prune-y red hot dogs! they remind me of church fundraisers. I hate to think of which animal parts they're made of, but dang it, they're great with mustard!
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