Headless Chicken

If the state of my email this morning is going to be any indication, it looks like I'm going to be spending today running around like a headless chicken.

I've got three software deliveries prepping for delivery tomorrow. One of them involves two separate applications. Each application must be accompanied by a version description document. Plus there's a status report document due out today and another two status report documents due out tomorrow. Each application and each document has about five pages of paperwork to go with it. Plus I have to verify that all the applications have been tested and all the bugs fixed, and I have to review all the documents to make sure they're technically and grammatically correct.

And my document specialist is out of the office today, and I'm taking Monday (and possibly Tuesday) off next week, so I have to try to avoid getting any new work added to the calendar until at least Wednesday next week.

And since we're past the middle of the month, I have a status report to write. Though that could reasonably be postponed until next week if need be.

Also, I need to call and make an appointment to get my car inspected, find some time to get online and order some short-sleeved shirts and bras that actually fit me (since the idea of finding time to go to an actual store is laughable).

I am So. Freaking. Ready for this weekend.

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I took off work a bit early yesterday to take Penny shopping, so she could use her Easter money to buy a toy dog she'd seen a few weeks ago and fallen in love with.

In the car on the way to the store, she said, "I hope no one already bought it!"

So of course when we got there... it was gone. "But I was going to name it Penny," she said, almost too softly for me to hear. I thought for a minute that she was going to have a breakdown and cry, but she didn't. She held it together. The store owner came out and helped her look all over the store (it's a crowded little junkshop) just to be sure, but when they didn't find the dog anywhere, Penny wandered around doubtfully for a few minutes and eventually decided to pick out another toy. She settled on a pink and white striped cat, instead, and proudly counted out her money at the register.

"I'm going to name her Kitten!" she crowed. "You know what her middle name is going to be?"

"No, what?"

"Pinky-Kitteny-Kitten!"

"So her name is Kitten Pinky Kitteny Kitten?"

"Yes!"

Well, all right then. Kitten Pinky Kitteny Kitten slept with Penny last night, and rode with her in the car this morning. Apparently, the love transplant was successful.