Okay, so maybe I'm a little put out

Cranky because I'm overtired, and annoyed that my boss and coworker didn't ask me for information instead of calling someone else to get it. Wow, watch me overreact. But they gave me that guy look that I hate, the "how could you possibly know that and why are you telling me that look" that has in other types of relationships pushed me to violence.

In this case, I just turned around on my white high heeled sandals like a snitty '50's movie star and stomped into my office muttering snotty things.

On the upside, I figured out how to program the VCR in the living room to tape West Wing, and then programmed my VCR for Angel tonight. I was very pleased. Less pleased that it took me 10 minutes to figure out how to program the VCR and therefore I was late to work.

I'm dancing tonight, unexpectedly, so I'm also frazzled about that, getting everything ready to go, finding music, hoping my hair doesn't look like I stood too close to one of those energy balls.

And finally, as the baa baa black sheep that I am, the WIP meme:
( Pussy WIP'ed- Hee sorry for the bad pun, but I'm still giggling over the Pussy Wagon from Kill Bill )

Whee, confetti and gettin' older

Bonne Anniversaire a Kerlin!

J'espere qu'aujourd'hui est tres, tres bon!

And there's something vastly wrong with that constructin, but you get the point.

Also, Felix Natalis! (although that's less a wish than a statement, but you get the point:)

Rollin' like puppies, like logs and joints

( Citrine - Snippet 11 )