Stand down red alert!

IT HAS BEEN FOUND.

On a morning where I was running late (woke up very late after not getting to sleep until after 2) and scurrying about the house like a spastic rhesus monkey on crack, I did the miraculous.

I FOUND THE CHECKBOOK.

(For those of you who don't know, we lost the checkbook - in its lovely leather checkbook cover, the only thing I felt bad about - when we moved. In May. Of 2005.)

I'm sure you're all dying to know where it's been hiding so well these 3+ years. After all, we'd unpacked all the boxes, and riffled through all the drawers... but I never thought to look...

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...in my Wishbone lunchbox. Where it was nestled with a wedding invitation and a bank statement printed off the internet. Obvious, no?

(let the mockage begin)

But I was right, I knew I'd find it eventually.

In other news

I not only forgot my door card, but I forgot my jump drive. So no checking LJ today for me. :( I can post by e-mail, but I can't respond to comments or read other posts until I meander over to the library at lunch. Bummer. That's what I get for switching purses over the weekend.

For every good thing that happens on a Monday, there are bound to be three craptastic things.

I knew that, even though I was late, I should have taken the time to write some comments and replies this morning! Hindsight...

The problems of loving a bald man

Those hair club commercials really chap my hide. Implying that men who are balding are not attractive, with lines like 'he looks so good now!' and the underlying meaning 'he looked like crap before!' Because bald men are unattractive, right? The hair totally makes the man. You're nothing without a full head of hair.

I feel sorry for Dewayne Johnson (The Rock), Vin Diesel, and Patrick Stewart. Poor guys must never get girls, having shaved/bald heads. Life must be hard. (Speaking of, does anyone want to go with my to Vin Diesel's latest movie, coming out soon?)

But anyway, I like the bald look, but this weekend I found a downside to it.

If you run out of shampoo, you can't run into his bathroom and borrow some.

I swore I had more in the cabinet, but I didn't, and Mr. Smeddley hasn't used any in years. What was I to do? Well, there is one other 'person' in the house that has a full, luxurious coat of hair...

...that's right, I used the dog's shampoo.

This is not as bad as it sounds. I didn't spend the weekend with a flea&tick free head - well, I did, actually, but not because of the shampoo - since we mostly use Johnson's Baby Shampoo on her. I did, however, spend a few days smelling like freshly washed dog (in my mind - I'm sure most everyone else would have thought I smelled like freshly washed kid, but it's one of those smell association things).

All is better now, we've made a treck to the story and I have a bottle of shampoo of my own now, which will make me smell all purple. :)

SERIOUSLY?!

SERIOUSLY?!

THEY'VE NOW BLOCKED ALL SHOPPING SITES AT WORK.

There's not enough capslock rage to express how I feel. That's right - Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Woot - ALL BLOCKED.

There is nothing left to entertain me. The Amazon forums were my last bastion of contact with the outside world. I have to wonder if my back-door entry into LJ will even work when I do bring my jump drive in tomorrow.

$50/mo for a data card from T-mobile for unlimited internet access is sounding really, really, really, REALLY tempting now. $50/mo is a lot of money, but it's not much for my sanity. It's not much when the alternative is telling work to shove it.

I could check out the phones again, but that's $40/mo for access with them, I'd honestly rather pay the extra $10 and have real, full access with my laptop.