merry next year

Trish went off to work Friday, like clockwork without the orange. I was at the Layout, where everyone ignored me while Lisa fixed lasagna. While it is good to have someone other than Cheri there, I don't appreciate people who monopolize staff or don't have the ability to discuss anything that requires more than a grade school education -- which admittedly includes Trish, but I'm sick of the "typewriter is part of his illness" I've been getting since I first sailed a Bobo Boat.

So around 11:00 the Mighty Insect Slayer returned -- they'd given her Friday off; Becky gave her a ride home. We ate a late lunch -- cuzza that client who wouldn't stop talking -- & then rented Dude, Where's My Car?, which Trish has been dying to see ever since we caught the ending on TV -- & The Spy Who Shagged Me, which is OK, Mr. Mojo Risin'.

Today I let Trish sleep in, then play Penguins for an hour while I talked with Wako thru the wire. We ate lunch at El Taco Loco & she cleaned the basement until just now, & wants to watch a movie.