It's only Tuesday

Don't forget about the COOKIES!

What is the point of having Instant Messenger at work if no one is available to Instant Message you when you are thrashing around in that three-hour Can I Go Home Yet? time period that exists in every office? (For those of you who have awesome office-less jobs, those would be the hours of two through five and they are wretched.) Anyway, some Buddies you guys are!

Except- wait! Sun! Outside! Quick! Look! We might not see that soft shimmer on the water until APRIL! Oh, who am I kidding. It'll be at least June.

Welcome to Mighty Maggie with an Extra Dash of Bitter! Why? Because it is ONLY TUESDAY.

Here are the things that are keeping my chin up on this dark (the sun is gone ALREADY) and dreary little day:

1. Did you know Thanksgiving is next week? Next week! We'll be eating an Italian-American Thanksgiving (turkey and pasta) on Thursday and a Chinese-American Thanksgiving on Friday (turkey and The Deliciously Amazing Sticky-Rice Stuffing.)

2. Figgy Pudding rehearsal number two is tonight. And tonight? We break out the wigs.

3. We're kicking it with Bruce Hornsby on Friday. Have you been to a Bruce Hornsby show? Okay, so he's an old dude who plays piano and is only famous for that one song about bums and then weirdly morphed into Randy Newman on his newest album, but these things in no way detract from his awesomeness. And his concerts? All the songs are by request. HONEST! If you get to the show a little early, you can write down your song of choice and try and toss it onto the piano bench. All during the show the audience is shrieking out what they want to hear and Bruce? PLAYS THESE SONGS. Are you reading this, Indigo Girls?

4. But best of all, Malia, shopping partner extraordinaire and physical reminder that we are, unbelievably, old enough to boss around high school students, brightened my day with this:

   

Aren't you all REALLY REALLY BUMMED that you didn't have Malia for freshman chemistry? One day Malia was washing dishes and I was sitting on the kitchen counter and Malia was explaining, in great detail and with much enthusiasm, How Soap Works. This was not, obviously, a fascinating topic for me, but Malia was REALLY INTO IT and I sat there thinking, "If I had had Malia for high school chemistry, I might have actually learned something." And now? She IS a high school chemistry teacher. Awesome! (Also, I'm sure she would want you to know that it was me who named the soap molecule, not her, for she would never come up with such a dumb name.)

Send complaints about the propensity of the word "awesome" on this website to mightymaggie@gmail.com  And, if your name is "Malia", I post your soap molecule comic out of LOVE!