Say what now?

My boss was on vacation last week, so I was the proxy. Which means, I worked for my supervisor's boss, who - how do I put this diplomatically? - has severe leadership issues. My eyes have really been opened to what passes for "management" over there, and I have a deeper understanding of the root of their problems. And there are so many problems.
Well, today the boss is back and I was greeted this afternoon to a phone call stating that something I was asked to do in my boss's place (because she was supposed to have done it before going on her trip, and I was asked to take care of it by her boss, you see), was the wrong course of action & created more issues than it solved, and I basically should've waited. So...I guess I should have thrown my hands in the air and said "Oh, gee, my boss isn't here to tell me what the right thing to do might be, so we should wait for her to come back so I can check with her"? That would've gotten me really far with the muckety-mucks telling me to go ahead and do what they were requesting, wouldn't it? And then she sends an email around reiterating what she said on the phone. Hey, welcome back, yay! (Booooo.) Basically, I can't win for losing no matter what. Awesome.

On the homefront, the Marshamallow Incident has created in my son an unusual phobia. He's now afraid of choking on his food. Somehow, he has convinced himself that he has to take microscopic bites and chew the food until it is basically liquified. Then, he's almost afraid of swallowing the food in his mouth. This is causing an intense amount of aggravation for both my husband and my son - my husband because he doesn't understand the fear an overly sensitive kid might develop after being told that they almost died because of food and the fact that it now takes three times as long for the boy to finish a meal, and my son because he thinks his dad is angry with him for something that he has deemed (in typical seven-year-old logic) to be perfectly within reason. And I get to play referee. I want to take my son's side, and if this continues I'd really think about therapy...but my husband thinks that this is something that can be solved by "talking sense" into the kid and punishing him by taking away toys and free time, so I don't know that he'd respond very agreeably to the suggestion of any kind of outside involvement.
Hopefully, barring any additional negative experiences, my son will get past this, and we can get back to our version of narmal. Which isn't everyone else's normal, but it suits me just fine.

Kanye West likes fish sticks

Awesome:

Awesomer:

AWESOMEIST!

The Sun:

It's a mass. Of incandescent gas.

FACT:

Marshmallows are evil

So enough about you...

Where I talk about recent developments on the horseback-riding front: M&Ms!

I've gotten back into sketching. Sort of. Trying to, anyway. More about that later, maybe.

So far today I have accomplished two things: decimating an iced caramel frappucino and losing faith in humanity thanks to the just amazing levels of blatant ignorance and partisanship evident in the dust-up over the President's little speech video to schoolkids next week, and the fact that it took 30 minutes standing around in the bookstore waiting for the person who rang my purchase up wrong to figure out how to work her register in order to give me a credit.

There's a lot of squealing coming from the HR front offices. It can only mean one thing...there must be a baby in the vicinity.