I am a member of 2 cliques of size 5
Keen, I'm a member of a clique. Nearly as high-school feeling as work currently is, where a couple of the girls are catty and ignore me or insult me indirectly, I've been thinking that somehow I'd been returned to the delightful age of 13.
I've been baking like a fiend the last few days, for some reason; the brioche over last weekend was just the beginning. My boss (the best thing about my job these days) had a birthday on Wednesday and I know he loves cookies, specifically no-bake chocolate-oatmeal (mudpies), so I made him a batch for his birthday, and I made chocolate-chip shortbread logs, and I baked individual crab pot pies for dinner last night (fake crab meat, alas, but much cheaper for a first try), and tonight I made a red, white, and blue cake for tomorrow's "picnic" for the 4th. Just because there're a few catty girls at my office doesn't mean I don't TRY to join in the parties.
Otherwise, I've been trying to figure out who messes with time. I get home, I exercise, and then suddenly it's time for bed. What's up with that? I've fallen way behind in EVERYTHING, and just when I came up with some good ideas to get further on "the book." I'd like to get back to where I was before I went back and started making revisions.
Only five more days 'til Dale. :)