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Let’s Not Be Catty
November 23, 2013 Memo From Management to Fellow Management & Employees: re: Company Feline Protocol ____________________________________________________ We are writing in order to update you regarding our new policy concerning the company’s feline entity, who shall for the purpose of this memo be referred to simply as “the cat”. A formal complaint has been lodged by “the cat” against lower level employees regarding the consistent lack of maintenance and productivity on “the cat’s” behalf. In investigating these claims, management has also observed numerous infractions against company protocol. Harassment in the workplace: “The cat” has alleged that on several occasions, she was aggressively accosted by employees. She claims that she has been harassed numerous…
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It Just Doesn’t Add Up
Yesterday was one of the first nights in awhile where only two of my older three kids had math homework. One of them didn’t, because she had a unit test in math. Thank God. Because after the previous night’s study session, I’m doubly appreciative of the break from math today. I don’t know if said child passed the test. And I’m not sure that I would have, either. Yeeeaaah. Math. Ugh. Confession to make: I’m math-phobic. I’m terrible with numbers. Absolutely horrendous. While I adore words- both reading them and writing them- having to use numbers is enough to put me into a cold sweat. Right now, an indignant math lover…
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Birthday Boy
Another busy week… and another birthday in the family. Yup, we end up celebrating a birthday roughly every five seconds or so… Tuesday was #3’s- a.k.a. The Boy- 8th birthday. Ah, this guy. #3 is a sweet, kind little boy with a gentle heart and extreme love for his family. When asked what he wanted for his birthday, his response? “Oh, mom, you guys are so great and always get me nice things. You can me whatever you want.” *Heart melts* And he truly meant it, too. He’s the quiet guy, unless it comes to Wii games. Then, back away. Because you’re liable to get hit, either with a remote,…
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Can You Hear Me Now?
Last night’s post-dinnertime: a flurry of bathing, screaming, and the related tomfoolery were in effect. One child was soaking in the tub, lingering a little too long in her bath. A line was forming; we have two bathrooms, but the kids unanimously prefer the downstairs one. The claim is because the upstairs ceiling fan is too loud, but I think it’s more because there is considerably less of a chance of annoying a sibling from way up there, so hey, why stay up there when you can be right down in the thick of things?? Anyway, I was in the basement folding laundry, because every day I am down in the…
