Please let me survive just one more day at work without going completely insane mere hours before my vacation starts. Make all the old people friendly and all the crazies amusing. That’s all I ask for. Pretty please?

This morning I awoke to the sound of gunshots. I guess that’s the hazard of living beside an outdoor shooting range.

I’ve married the sweetest guy on the planet. Not only did he snap some adorable pictures of my tiny paper star collection just to make a creative post devoted to his love for me, but he also cleaned them back up and I assume he prevented Chaucer from eating any of them.

Also, he’s been hiding his secret identity pretty well for the 7 years I’ve known him. Who would’ve known that I’d actually married Cthulhu?

I’ve only got 3 more work days before my vacation week. Just saying “vacation” at this point makes my bits tingle.

Mom and Brian got back into RI late Saturday night, and so we spent one last night over there in an effort to save some gas, since we were going back to her house in the morning for the flea market anyway, and avoid the cops that seemed to be posted on every corner because of the holiday. Even though it rained for 3 days, they were spending their anniversary with Brian’s folks, and Brian ended up with legs so sunburnt that they swelled up, they had a good time in the Bahamas.

At some point last week Eddie discovered that Brian has a massive collection of porn in the CD/DVD rack in the living room, and the only non-porn movies they’ve got haven’t even been opened yet. Ew. Mom brought me a straw Hello Kitty purse and a keychain with my name on it. Eddie got a t-shirt with South Park characters and a keychain with his name on it.

I start my first full week of work on my regular schedule tomorrow. The crew is good, but really small, and very helpful about helping me out with all my newbie questions. I’m still not overly fond of the hours and I’m very nervous about the fact that the girl I’m replacing will be gone after tomorrow and I’ll be a bit on my own, but so far things are going well.

So, did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?

The drive-in the other night was really crowded, probably because it was the last official weekend of the summer. The first movie, Transporter 2, was nowhere near as good as the first was. The best part of the first movie were the car chase scenes, of which there were 2 brief ones in the sequel. This time around, it was as though someone behind the scenes said, “I liked the first one, but I think it would be better if it had less cars and more Crouching Tiger, Hidden Jackie Chan to it.”

However, date night wasn’t entirely lost as we completely enjoyed Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The chemistry between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie that had been reported in all the reviews I’d read was definitely there, and I now believe that if they weren’t screwing while making the film, they’re more than likely doing it now. It had a good story, it was abso-fucking-lutely hysterical, and was just so much fun to watch.

We went to my mom’s yesterday, as usual. We were suprised by getting the chance to see my uncle Ricky there, who brought over a big box of old photos and negatives to poke through. I took some of the negatives to try to scan (any tips?). My mother surprised me with two bags of school supplies - notebooks, binders, pens, etc. Eddie got a lesson in how to buy seafood and grill swordfish from my uncle, who is the fish master.

Pickle is getting so big. She’s big enough now where she can’t fit under the baseboard heaters very easily anymore, so I’ve covered everything back up in hopes that it will deter her from trying to get in there anymore. So far she can’t really get into them, so I’m pleased. She forced me off the couch today by running up and biting my elbow for no reason other than she wanted me off there, I think. We bought her a collar yesterday because I’d like her to get used to wearing a harnass if we ever take her out, and the harnass we have is still too big for her; I figured collar would be a stepping stone to the full harnass. Unfortunately, the collar is just slightly too big for her and she was able to slip it off. We have Skittles’s old collar with the bell on it, but she associates the bell with her toys and attacks it until she can get it off her.

Eddie’s in the kitchen cleaning something again. We’ve been working on that room on and off all day, and the whole place smells like oven cleaner and clorox cleaning spray. Tomorrow we’ll get the floor washed, and hopefully sometime this week we’ll get the dishwasher from my mother. Right now we’re going to run out to get some stuff for dinner tonight. Mmm…. chicken and stuffing and cream of mushroom soup. Yummy.

Pickle, like all ferrets, seems to have this ability to sleep in any position at all and be completely comfortable. In this shot, she’s on her back, bent at a right angle, tail hanging off the edge of the floor she’s sleeping on. I managed to get some pretty funny shots of her playing around and sleeping today, which you can check out in the Pickle album.

Eddie’s vacation has officially started. He doesn’t have to be in for another 10 days. At some point this week we’re going go-cart racing, because I’ve never been, and he’s never been down here. I’d like to go to King Richard’s Faire, but I think with gas prices rising the way they are, we’ll nix that plan. I can be a saucey wench here at home just as well as I could be at the Faire. I know we’re tackling the mess of the kitchen, which shouldn’t be very difficult now that the dishes were done today (because Eddie is a wonderful husband and did them).

I checked out Lane Bryant and found myself two decidedly non-matronly bras for about $55, which wasn’t nearly as much as I was expecting to have to pay. Then again, they were on sale as buy one, get one half off. speaking of tits, Eddie just popped one of mine out of my shirt. Oh how the 6 people watching must have loved that.