Tiff has arrived, for those of you who were wondering. There will be beverages at my house at 8:00 sharp. Be there, or be square.

Since I declined TNG’s invitation to go out for a beer last night, I invited him (along with a friend of his) over to the house tonight. This should be interesting. But at least there will be no P, staring at my breasts and insulting him for being in the Navy. Now, if I can just keep Pookie under control…she tends to go off at the mouth a little. I will be sure to warn her about the consequences of this, promptly at her arrival.

It is always funny when you bring new people into a group of people that know each other well, because there is always this bit of fear. I don’t want TNG to hate anyone. And I don’t want anyone to hate him. Not that I intend on making him a permanent fixture, just that I don’t want an uncomfortable evening. I worry too much about this sort of thing. But I have never seen TNG in his element, and this time, he is bringing reinforcement. So, wish me luck, ya’ll…I hope I don’t need it. I do, however, need nicotine…like, now.

Currently, there is a lull here in the office and I am working with a woman who barely speaks, so we are watching some Agatha Christie shit on TV and I can just about feel the day slipping away. I am afraid to ask for a break because I am aware that some of the people in the office are a little less than competent. She could be one. This would be my first experience with her. God forbid she tell Boy that I took a break and came back smelling of smoke. I will use his own excuse on him, “I was in a meeting”. Mmmm-hmmm…

ONE WEEK, BRANDY, ONE WEEK!