Well, let's see. Yesterday 2 of my sisters and my mother invited themselves here for Labor Day. They're all showing up Friday for the weekend. My mother was my abuser, one sister who is coming resents me for being born, and the other I get along with reasonably well, so I hope she can hold everybody together.

This morning, as I sat down in the car to get ready to drive to work, the button on my pants popped. Fortunately the pants are tight enough to stay up by themselves ;-) and I'm wearing a long shirt.

Then, I get to work, carrying my keys and a box of pushpins -- the office manager here is so worthless at buying office supplies that I usually just buy my own and bring them in. As I'm transferring the box from one hand to the other, SPLAT! it goes on the floor. Box breaks. Pushpins everywhere.

As I'm on the floor rounding them up, with no help even though three people walked by, I stick myself. So now I'm BLEEDING all over the floor, picking up pushpins that I shouldn't have had to buy, in pants with no button.

The only thing that's saving me from being horribly P.O.'d this morning is that somebody brought in donuts. Although I shouldn't be eating them, given the tight pants. :-)

Oh well, the rest of the day has to improve, right?

Happy Monday....

Candy

There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed. -- Peter Sellers