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Less than 24 hours til the Garbericks arrive… They should be getting ready to take-off! We’ve done all the major tidying and Annette’s taking care of the rest today. I just need to do a few more loads of laundry, go to the grocery store, and clean out the litterbox. I’m excited and stressed beyond belief. This is the first time one of my parents has visited me since I left university six-and-a-half years ago. It’s the first time Mom will see my house and get to meet Rodd’s family. It’s the first time they’ve been out of the country. It’s gonna be huge!

My sister just e-mailed me a pic from her first ultrasound. Baby Carbo is doing well, all the right number of parts so far and a good strong heartbeat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go cry at the momentousness of it all. My own little Sissy having a baby…!

It was just a little over a year ago when I asked you guys about Weight Watchers. Less than a week later I joined. Initially progress was rapid but by the end of the year I was really struggling. Fortunately 2006 brought renewed optimism and energy. Soon I accomplished one of my mini-goals: getting into a size fourteen. Then I sailed past twenty kilos lost on my way to officially not being overweight. The only two goals left were to achieve my Weight Watchers goal weight of 78 (thus qualifying me for free meetings) and then to get down to my own personal goal of 75. And tonight…

I would like to personally thank all of you guys who answered my original plea: Sara, Niffler, Jenny, Aunt Deb, Brigita, Tricia, Max, Andrew, Oolookitty, and Kristine. You guys have changed my life.

The only thing worse than knowing I’m going to be short a member of staff all day is the absolute certainty that just when I think everything is going to be okay, one of the other employees will call in sick. Happens every goddamn time. (And inevitably on the day I’ve worn my most uncomfortable shoes in the expectation that I’ll be working at my desk and not on my feet serving customers.) *sigh* Only three more days til vacation…

Later: I bit the hell out of the inside of my cheek.

Later: The lid came off my lunch and spilled sauce all down my pantleg.

Later: And I swear, it was like it was Facial Deformity Day here in the shop. I had customer after customer sporting unfortunate facial conditions and I COULD NOT LOOK AWAY. I’m going home.