I broke my toe last week running from the bathroom to the living room when I realized I was missing the beginning of The Office. The middle toe on my right foot. How is it even possible to break a middle toe? I blame it on the post-work wine tasting. Anyone who thinks I’m going to taste and pour is out of their bloody mind.

Tonight brings another apartment party and it sounds like this is going to be a biggun. I’m going to be really embarrassed if I run out of beer again.

I’ve learned I really enjoy helping plan weddings when I don’t have to pay for any of it. By weddings, I really just mean Nij’s wedding. All the brides I have to deal with at work can suck it. Nij did decide to put us in strapless dresses, though, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I gave up candy for Lent and I was doing really well until last weekend when Angie and I were waiting 40 minutes for a car wash and my spring rolls and sesame chicken finally wore off and I was STARVING and I found a Tootsie Pop in my hugesack and devoured it before I even realized it was candy. Sorry, God. I didn’t mean to, honestly.

I got my review at work and I got rated superior. What the hell? I was in my new position for two months in 2008, the review period. For the first month I wasn’t even doing my job and the second month I was mourning my dad’s death. But, hell, I’ll take it. I expected to get a stern talking to about my general bitchiness to my supervisor, but it turns out he loves it, so I’ll roll with it.

I wish I could tell my dad all this stuff. I couldn't care less about telling my mom.

And now, since I want to look back and laugh someday, quotes of the day from work:
AW: “Christ! They’re trying to give us Bibles.”
CL: “We want FRESH dead hookers.”
MW: “Bitch, this is an act of kindness.”
And, taking it way back, my favorite one-two punch:
NAK: “There are two prime selling times per day.”
MW: “Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.”

First I would like to point out I am typing this from the bathtub, where I am cozied up with that new $950 laptop I just had to drunkenly have. Are stupid things less stupid if I know they're stupid but do them anyway? Or does that make them more stupid?

I had a ridiculously wonderful weekend and, I'm not gonna lie, I felt sort of bad enjoying myself in Tower without Fahj there. I know he would want us to keep living life and keep laughing, but it still feels wrong. This is only the second time I've visited home since he died and I hardly cried at all. I think most of the joy can be attributed to Taylor, who elicits gut-busting laughter everywhere she goes. I always considered myself to have more of an ... adult ... humor, but this kid makes me laugh like no other. I've been telling everyone I want to give birth to an 18-month-old tomorrow. She's that awesome.

The weekend was pretty normal in most respects. I got Friday off since I worked the previous weekend and planned to take the express evening bus up on Thursday night and head to Tower with Nij early Friday morning. However, we got a touch of snow and Thursday night's express bus was canceled so I was forced into taking the 10:45am bus on Friday, which takes four hours and fifteen minutes to get to Duluth. Inmothafuckinsane. Say what you will about the Iron Range, blog, but four and a half inches of snow has never constituted a blizzard north of Hinckley.

When we got to Tower on Friday, I saved a bunch of Fahj's shirts from the donation garbage bags in Mom's room. No one is going to want sixteen techfest t-shirts and beat-to-shit flannels anyway, right? I think they look damn good hanging in my yellow closet.

It was a weekend filled with enough Wii Fit that Nij and I will probably not be right for three weeks, Taylor saying "yeah" and nodding in response to most every question asked, a deer antler lost behind Fahj's dresser (and the resulting eeb panic), Travis the neighbor visiting for hours because he's in love with me, frosting-covered chicken and broccoli (and the subsequent Stevie Wonder head swaying), Mama the squirrel, hot bologna and enough pumpkin cake to kill a common man. Thank God I'm neither common nor a man.

This weekend I also realized how empty my life would be without Nij. Honest to blog (get it? that's you), she is an extension of me and I don't know how I would be able to deal with Dad's death or life in general without her. I am thankful for how lucky I am to have her in my life and hope we never grow apart. A lot of people envy our closeness and, damn it, they should. I better fucking die before she does or we better fucking die together.