Coming into work this morning, the supremely awesome dev manager was walking in (with the ever-present cooler. I wish I was married to his wife. She does such a great job taking care of him. I need someone to take care of me like that!) . And he looks at me like he expects me to run him down. And I'm thinking, nope, you're the one I like. I shudder to think what they'd replace you with. But I waved cheerily and he waved back and walked in looking confused.
Lori came over for dinner last night. I don't see nearly enough of Lori. We brought in SH Chinese and talked about how much our lives suck. Friends rock.