Diary of a MILF in Progress

As though I need more encouragement to get a new purse

Discount designer handbags.  Kicking off with a giveaway of one free handbag every hour for a full day.  OMG.  How fantastic is that?

Convention-al wisdom

• If you let the upper managers get a good head start on drinking, you may get the unedited version of why certain resignations were so happily accepted.  And you stand a good chance of finding out that you are vastly underpaid as compared to the idiots who held those jobs that are now vacant.
• The sound and lighting techs like to flirt (no shock there), and even though it's been well over a decade since I left that job behind, I can still easily pass for one of the tech guys.
• Staying in the group, either the techies or my former department mates, is a perfect way to get my drinks paid for without succumbing to the temptation that is Casey.
• If the coffee is strong enough, 2.5 hours of sleep the previous night can be sufficient
• Lemontinis go down very smoothly.  Maybe a little too smoothly.

A test of willpower, right?

I leave town tomorrow for the annual conference.  It's been a hellacious week.  The meeting plans have gone awry, my allergies have acted up something wicked (I pretty much have no voice left), The Husband has been sick, and The Elder Son got kicked out of private school.  Yes, I get to spend my downtime making calls to get him transferred to a new school, and following up with the mental health professionals to determine what is going on beyond the ADHD, since his recent actions that caused the expulsion are related neither to hyper behavior nor to a lack of focus.

Temptations abound: unlimited buffets, a handy hotel bar, and Casey.

To sleep, perchance to dream

I've always had vivid dreams.  Sometimes those dreams took a dark form, causing me to wake up shouting, other times they were just peculiar.  I've long since given up on trying to interpret the meaning of the images that pass through my subconscious during REM.  (I think my family has given up on me as well, ever since the vacation during which I woke everyone with my plaintive cries of "What about the spoon?!") And god knows I have plenty of sexy dreams, ones that would get me into serious trouble if they ever came to fruition.

But now my subconscious has gone a bit too far.  My latest batch of naughty nighttime thoughts are full of people I went to high school with.  Not anyone I actually dated in high school, or even people I hung out with.  No, now I'm having those interludes with the jocks and the stoners; these are the folks who rarely travelled in my honor student/drama club/church youth group circles.  And I know why they are sneaking into my sleep.

It's all Facebook's fault.  That "people you may know" feature on my sidebar is going to kill me.