I Think I Did Good

I talked about everything I wanted to talk about, Mr.Sr.Partner seemed receptive & happy & talked about what he wanted to say about it all & it all went well. I thought it wasn’t going to happen since he seemed to be out all morning, but he appeared automagically in the afternoon. BoxcarDewey turned around & said, “Oh no! [Mr.Sr.Partner] is taking Susan away!” Mr.Sr.Partner promised to return me in about five minutes all in one piece, and indeed he escorted me back to my desk after noting that he should walk me back so BoxcarDewey didn’t think he made it a practice to slit people’s throats or something horrible. I said, ‘yes, our little team is rather protective of each other.’ He laughed & said he had noticed that & that it was one of the nice things about our group (which is true — although there is no small bit of scrabbling for food new taxonomy projects when they appear, but it’s not vicious scrabbling). We made it back to my desk & he said, “BoxcarDewey, I have brought Susan back!” and then he went on his merry way.

This evening when I got home, Siobhan was lying draped over P’s arm all pathetic and lovey & I laughed & said, “awwwww, Siobhomlet is Daddy’s baby!” M2 thought this was about the funniest thing she’d ever heard and as she tried to stand on her head on the couch she repeated many times laughing, “Siobhan’s a Daddy’s baby! A DADDY BABY! Hahaha! Siobhan is Daddy’s baby!” Too freaking cute.

But now Iron Chef America is on & it’s Battle Asparagus. Sounds like a good time to exercise.