Update

Remember that deadline from hell? Well, it wasn't enough of a laughable challenge, it seems, so they moved it up 4 days. [fork in my bosses head] Major overtime, busy busy schedule, lots of stress...so expect next week to be similar to this one (ie. Be shocked if I post. Be even more shocked if it's coherent)
However, I won't be working this weekend (praise god!) because The Thing is coming up for a long weekend. He's rescuing me from my office tomorrow afternoon and whisking me away to dinner and a show and a night away from the kids in a nice comfy hotel (room service!). He'll be in town through Monday so don't expect me to come up for air this weekend either.
No, coolchick, I didn't stab The Paperweight (yet). He's actually gone the whole last week without being a dick. I should start a counter...you know, like the one's they use in factories to track when the last accident was. IT'S BEEN 7 DAYS SINCE THE PAPERWEIGHT WAS A DUMB ASS.
And Karamia...The Paperweight hasn't said anything regarding my moving in with The Thing. I haven't talked to him about it yet. Since we have yet to decide if it shall be this summer or next, I figure no use listening to him bitch sooner then necessary. Besides, my New Year's Resolution may finally work out and I won't have to worry about his opinion at all...
And don't forget, 6 more days until my birthday. Those presents better be in the mail.