- My "supervisor" (who doesn't know what I do here at work but perceives that I am somehow valuable, and who didn't come in today until 10:30 or so)
- The Whiner (still surfing BestBuy.com for the most superiorest digital camera, even though he already bought one for work and owns one of his own)
- The Temp (a miracle! Not sick!)
- and Katie ( the perky and fast working student who I am so happy to have back in the office I could leap about for joy. I'm the youngest person in my office by a lot, and it gets a bit fuddy duddy at times. With Katie, we laugh a lot more. She brings the fun.)
It snowed here in Sea-town on Saturday, December 1st. My backyard:


Scott, Maggie, and I finally went to see Mike's play over at the Burien Little Theatre on December 8. Mrs. Bob Cratchitt's Wild Christmas Binge parodied A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life, and threw in a little Kenneth Lay mockery as well. The three of us laughed harder and louder than anyone else in the audience--I think the older, season ticket holding crowd were not amused and had hoped for something a bit more traditional. Too bad. As you can see from Mike's costume from the last act (he's on the left), traditional wasn't on the menu.

Why, at every party, is there always one guy who is just a total ass, an unredeemable jerk, someone who doesn't need to drink to become a domineering prick? Our party had a That Guy, and the girls and I are comforted by the fact that he isn't a direct acquaintance--he was the visiting friend of someone's roommate who invited himself along. The rest of our company, however, was delightful. I like that Patrick and I ended up wearing matching outfits without any planning.

Love to all!
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