Yay for paper napkins

I keep a handful of paper napkins in my desk drawer at work for the occasional spill, stuffy nose, etc. Today I used all but ONE eating an orange and an apple. Who knew that two pieces of fruit could be so messy?

Strange happenings, and there IS such a thing as a free lunch

This afternoon, I answered the phone at work, as I'm getting paid to do. I had to take down a message, and as I took down the return phone number, I mentioned, "Oh, I see you're calling out of [insert name of city]." A short conversation ensued, and it turns out that it was someone I'd known (though not well) many years ago. This person's child, whom I remembered as a 3-5 year old, is now turning 13 in April. My G-d, do I feel old...

In other news, I managed to (somewhat) successfully coordinate another office lunch meeting. And this time, I made sure to get leftovers. Yum. :-)

"Little girls, little girls, everywhere I turn I can see them..."

Sorry for the long hiatus, folks. But I'm back, and better than ever!

Over this past Yom Tov, I was staying with a family that has ka"h 11 kids...8 of which are--you guessed it--girls. Granted, not all of the girls are little (the oldest is away in seminary), but you get the idea. These girls are mostly cute and fairly well-behaved, thank G-d. The Littlest Girl was shy the whole time until late last night, when she wouldn't stop talking to me. :) There were other guests staying with this family for Yom Tov as well, with two Little Girls of their own. One is a baby, and I decided that she looks like a Cabbage Patch doll--big blue eyes, smile, cheeks, and all. Sooooo cute! Also, another family that I went to for a meal has three Little Girls, and they know me well so they're comfortable around me. The older girl (5) was sad that I didn't have my hair in a braid for Yom Tov; she calls me "Enigma with the Challah Braid" and she told me she thinks I look pretty with my hair braided. Um, waiter, I'll take one order of adorable Little Girls, please!

Then again, it's that time of year again. All the bosses in the office have their darling children in to visit, because they're all off from school for Chol Hamoed. Or at least the girl-children are; there seem to be a good many more of them underfoot than boys. Many of them are unbelieveably cute--but when they're running at 1000 m.p.h. through the office hallways, shrieking at the top of their cute little lungs...they're not so cute. They're also not so cute when they whine at the top of their cute little lungs, as is one (or possibly more) who is(/are) currently inhabiting the office across from mine. Thank G-d her father at least had the intelligence to shut the door to his office.

Moadim l'simcha, everyone!