My life, as told between naps
"Consciousness: That annoying stretch of time before the next nap."

Still trying to churn through these documents.  In the meanwhile, here's some randomness:

For those who haven't seen it yet, here's a great site with old Weight Watcher's "recipes".  My favorite is probably the Mouse of Salmon, although there are many, many hilarious (and disguisting) recipes to choose from. 

For those keeping track of my recent purse purchases:  Purses returned (2).  Purses recently purchased (2).  Totally recent purse purchases (4).  I picked up a Michael Kors bag that was half the price of the Coach one I've been wanting and ordered a cute Fossil bag.  This is it though.  I'm done with the purse thing for awhile.  One of them may even go back, depending on how much retail therapy I feel I need...although, they've finally exhausted my tax and 401K withholdings, so it's practically like getting a raise!  =)

Am excited about going home for Thanksgiving.  Haven't been home in months...as my grandmother frquently and tearfully reminds me.  It's hard being the best loved granddaughter. 

Oh, and please don't let me within 10 feet of anymore Halloween candy.  I think I may be sick.  (There's candy all over the office.  I don't know why people seem to think that just because one's not 10 anymore and is ostensibly an "adult," one has any more self control now that one did then.)

Scene:  Friday afternoon, JP2 enters my office waiving a draft letter I'd emailed to him yesterday.  I'm slumped in my chair, despondently reviewing page 1,500 of a 15,600 page document review project.

JP2:  This letter made me laugh!

Silence.  Panicked thoughts of being fired for my incompetence racing through my mind.  Shock and confusion, tinged with horror, etched on my weary face.

JP2:  (looking a little confused)  I can't wait to see opposing counsel's reaction to it! 

Me:  (light slowly dawning)  Ohhhhh.  Oh, uh, yes, it's a rather stern letter.  That's the tone you wanted, right?

JP2:  Right.  It's perfect.  Great job!

Me:  (beginning to breath normally again)  Whew.  I thought you were laughing because the letter was really bad!  That, by the way, accounts for the look of panic you may have noticed when you first walked in.

JP2:  (shocked)  What?  I was wondering what that was all about.  I thought I'd done something wrong!

Me:  Nope, just me being paranoid.

JP2:  I'd certainly never couch criticism in those terms!  Or at least I hope I wouldn't.

Me:  I know.  It just took me a second to realize what you meant.  My first thought was, "Wow, why is JP2 being so mean?"

JP2:  Okay, well, if I ever do - feel free to tell me to go to hell!

Me:  That's why I love working with you guys so much.

End scene.

Epilogue:  I'm still in the office desperately trying to finish the document review project that needs to be done by Tuesday.  Currently on page 6,161.  *Tears*  Sadness at working all weekend and having to cancel all plans mitigated only slightly by realization that at least I am appreciated.