And lo, another year passes

Ah, the inevitable year-end recap (I know there are still a few days left in the year, but who knows whether I'll be able to arse myself to post before Tuesday.)  As we say farewell to 2007, I lrealize...nothing's changed. 

I'm still hung up on my looks and have no concept of whether my hair cut/hair color/clothing choices are doing me any favors, and I continue to obsess about what the interweb or my co-workers or other party guests think of me.  To review: short hair is mostly considered not sexy, although my March haircut was not a complete disaster; this Fall's experimentation with a new brand was a bust, but the overall choice to be a redhead sets me apart (in a good way) even if it's a pain in the ass to find the John Frieda shampoo (Brilliant Brunette and Sheer Blonde, no problem.  Radiant Red?  Sorry, we don't carry that.); yes, these jeans do make my ass look good; damn, I sure know how to knit a sweater/tank top/color blocked dress.

My husband is sometimes a jackass.  I may  never live down the money stuff, and he still hasn't learned not to remark about my weight.  Sometimes he's a really good guy, and sometimes he means well and chooses an unfortunate way to express himself.

Casey is a category unto himself.   He of the dreams and chance meetings, and the studious avoidances.  Flirt?  Kiss?  Ignore?  Bail?  We did run the gamut.  In any case, our interactions (potential and realized) are never boring.

Natalie is my best work friend ever in the entire history of my life.   Whether she's my co-conspirator, the voice of reason, or the woman who tells her husband to flirt with me and check out my ass.  Our crazy-ass  CEO better not drive her to quit or I will jump off the roof of the building.

Farewell, my readers, until next year.  Unless something either  pisses me off or makes me laugh enough to post over the weekend.  MWAH!  You know I love you (all eight of you.)