Spring has Sprung (and it brought Andes Mints)

As I write this (later in the day than usual) I am full of delicious fish from the church fish fry.

Sweat Pea and I just got home from ballet at the Y. She is enjoying her class and calls it "real ballet." (This is in contrast to the classes that she was taking at the ballet company that took place in a beautiful studio with live piano accompaniment. That was "fake ballet." We now have "real ballet" in a conference room with a CD player.) Her teacher is lovely, but I do miss the discipline of "fake ballet." Parents are allowed to stay and watch, which is nice, but distracting. Tonight there was one mother doling out individual Cheese Its to her daughter like a baby bird. Incidentally, that little girl is a dead ringer for D.W. on "Arthur." (Sweet Pea loves "Arthur," so we watch it a little more than I would like.) There is one girl in the class (not the one eating the Cheese Its) that is leaps and bounds (pardon the ballet pun) better than the other girls in the class. She is so much more graceful and takes everything so seriously, while my child is bouncing up and down. I have the urge to talk to her mother and make sure that she has noticed her child's natural ability so she can sign her up for some "fake ballet" at the good studio.

Spring arrived at my triangle today. When I got to the office this morning Mama X was in the parking lot unloading a minivan full of fake flowers and little "Happy Spring" things that you buy at JoAnn's. She then spent the morning "switching out" our decor for some more seasonal things. Now, next to the Serenity Prayer in the bathroom, there is a GIANT vase of fake daffodils. There is also a wooden Easter Bunny on top of the filing cabinents. Also, in the candy bowl on the coffee table by the couch where clients sit when they come in, we now have Andes Mints. This replaced the M&Ms, so Andes must be the Spring flavor. I really want to know if someone has asked her to do this, or if this is just part of her "thing." She did bring in chocolate pie for K's birthday today, which was very good. (K is The Big Cheese's assistant. I've decided not to come up with another name for her because K fits...)

Today Mr. X arrived at work wearing jeans. This caused me stress. I am having a hard enough time putting together a business casual work look without having to worry about a casual Friday look as well. I miss working from home.

On the bright side, I actually got to do work today that I was qualified to do. Mole allowed me to put together mutual fund recommendations for one of his clients and I was allowed to send them to the client without his looking over them first. I'm actually kind of sad because Mole will be gone all next week and so far he's the one that's giving me the most actual work to do. The Godfather will also be gone, but he's barely there anyway. I'm starting to think that The Godfather has a second job with the CIA. (I guess the CIA job would actually be his third job, since he's also a mayor.) He comes into the office, goes into his office, closes the door and then 15 minutes later he has disappeared and I NEVER see him come out of his office. He has a bookshelf and I'm thinking that there's one of those trick books that acts as a hinge for a secret room door. (If you are wondering how I know that he has dissapeared, K will buzz him with a phone call, which I can hear from my triangle down the hall, and he won't answer her.)

I need to do the laundry tonight. We are going to a two day party tomorrow and I need clothes... I'm kind of anxious about this party because it seems weird. It is being given by friends of ours who have a daughter in Sweet Pea's class. One of them is turning 40, so they have rented this big cabin in the woods and invited everyone to stay the weekend. (We could have gone tonight, but we decided that one night was enough.) I think that they are doing this so everyone can get really drunk. I, however, cannot drink at all because of my current medications. I know a lot of people drink when they are on medication that say you're not supposed to, but I have to get my liver enzymes checked every month to make sure that my liver is still in good shape. I figure that I shouldn't put any more pressure on my poor organs. So, this party could be really fun and I'll get to watch drunk people do stupid things (and might have lots of things to write about), or it might be really lame because I'm the only non-drunk person there. I'll keep you posted...