Over. It has to be over.

I am convinced that every single time my son changes the toilet paper roll he puts it on with the paper going under instead of over, not because he likes it that way, or because he doesn't know I like it the other way. I believe he does it for the simple amusement of knowing that every single time he puts it on the wrong way, the next time I am in there, I will turn it around.

A room without a view.

I have moved. From my beloved desk with the big windows, surrounded by the people I have worked with since forever, to a room upstairs in the back corner of the building that I will share with a co-worker who does the same thing I do. To put it bluntly - they needed my desk downstairs.

I could have been offended but it seems I am much more laid back about these things than I once was. I have seen so many changes at my workplace in the last 5 years that it barely fazes me anymore. Well, and I know I'm just upstairs from all those people who I would miss terribly if I had to move to a whole different facility.

The room I am sharing is actually a nice size for 2 people, and will be more conducive to the kind of work we do. There are 2 big workstations, cubes if you will, a bookcase, standing coat tree, and a fridge. Ahem. Fridge. Hey - my daughter only used it for 2 semesters at school, so now - I am using it. At some point we will acquire a microwave and that will be enough to keep us happy.

Plus being upstairs has already had me huffing and puffing a couple of times going up and down today, so if I continue to take the stairs and not the elevator - this move could even be very healthy for me.

If it doesn't kill me first!!! Sheesh! Huff! Puff! Talk to you later. Cough, cough, wheeeeeeeeze !!!

Maxine Monday

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Any guesses?

What do you think this means?

. . . or this?

And of course there is this . . .

I'm thinking you know, don't you?

No title? It must have been the chocolate!

This is the time of the year when the days get shorter, it gets dark earlier, and the time speeds by in a haze of chocolate smears and shiny candy wrappers.

And the kids get excited too!

I bought a bag of Halloween candy because I wanted some suckers. I like Tootsie Pops, okay? With the Tootsie Roll center. Well it was quickly gone through, the suckers went first of course. My son took a look at the bag as if I had done a poor job of acquiring the correct kind and volume of sweets for the upcoming holiday. "I hope you know I am going to be getting WAY more candy than that." He said disapprovingly.

Last night Andy came home with 2 grocery bags stuffed to bursting with what he had decided was the right candy. He poured some from each bag into a big orange plastic Halloween bowl until he had a mix of chocolate candy bars of every kind, fruit chews, peanut butter bits (did I mention chocolate?) and of course, suckers. Chocolate covered things and taffy and toffee, miniature boxes and bags and stuff on a stick. Yesterday was October 20th. 11 days before Halloween. The candy is already in a bowl and accessible to peruse whenever we ( I ) want to.

I think my son is trying to kill me.

. . . either that - or he's got dibs on the jeans I'll out-grow!!!







. . . and this has been picked over already. It's going to get ugly.