If there's anything around here more important than my ego, I want it caught and shot now!

If it's Wednesday, then that means updates. Aren't you just filled with nervous anticipation, hmmmm? I just ran some budget figures (I know a few of you are thinking "Maus...doing math?! No way!" - and I say totally way!) and then I got to tell my boss that we are very nearly broke. It sucks, because the accounting of the person who did this job before me had a lot of holes in it, so I can't really give him clear answers on why whole chunks of money were transferred around to other departments. And I'm Answer Girl®, as well as The Fixer®, so I'll spend the next couple of months juggling chainsaws while balancing on a tightrope over a fiery pit filled with starving rabid tigers. You get the idea, right?

I'm still working on The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. About halfway through now, after several months. I can't really explain why it's taking so long to get through. It's a good book, if you like that kind of science fiction space farce type of thing (which I do), and it's abundantly quotable. But it does lag a little here and there. The part just before where I am now in the story seemed to go on forever, and Zaphod Beeblebrox is not my favorite character - I'm much more fond of Slartibartfast, who is playing a larger part in the last few chapters involving the planet Krikkit and the Wikkit Gate. So, things are picking up a little.

I forgot to mention earlier that while we were grocery shopping Monday night my husband caught some random Publix employee in the produce department blatantly staring at my ass. I was wearing my good-booty jeans that night, so I was a little flattered that someone wanted to admire the fit of my pants. But the guy was kind of not very attractive, so that negates it. My ego needs a boost. Help a sister out.