equilibrium-girl.com

INTEROFFICE MEMORANDUM

To: Governor of Equilibrium-town
From: Your scheduler/assistant/chauffeur/guide

As you realize from your briefing this morning, it is your sixth birthday. I commend you on your accomplishments this year and believe that your term has been well-balanced and enjoyable. I have taken notes from your various meetings of the day, and they are as follows:

7:14 a.m.: Initial briefing by myself and the Canine Assistant. Your request to have the Canine Assistant not greet you by jumping on your bed when you are half-awake has been noted.
7:33 a.m.: Breakfast meeting with myself and Conan. Canine Assistant lurked around, hoping for scraps of Frosted Mini-Wheats, but was satisfied with his Weight Control Iams. You received presents from your Aunt and from myself and Conan. Upon completion of your breakfast, you attired yourself to meet with other dignitaries of like stature and position.
8:30a.m.-5:00 p.m.: You attended a caucus with other dignitaries involving swimming lessons, cupcakes, play, etc. Many negotiations over Legos, space on the reading rug, and Yoshii's Island were held, but you walked away from your meetings feeling satisfied with the results.
6:00 p.m.: Dinner with myself and Conan at Red Robin.
7:05 p.m.: Open eyes very big and gape at foosball table that Conan bought off of Craiglist for your birthday
8:10 p.m.: Wrap up 20th straight game of foosball
8:37 p.m.: Get last birthday hug from mom and from stuffed animal "friends"

Happy birthday, Your Honor. You're the best boss I could ever wish for.

It's Been a while

Conan thought it was quite odd that I took pictures of my Sunday breakfast a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure it seemed quite ordinary to him, but it was simply the epitome of all that you could wish for--created with care as a group effort and simply delicious. Conan was responsible for the strawberry pancakes, and I was the creator of the egg casserole with the puff pastry crust.

I've been managing a work-related fire drill this evening. Right now, I'm strangely at peace with it since it involves an "escalated" level of involvement. I think tomorrow will be a simple madhouse, but for now I feel so distended. Between now and tomorrow morning, there isn't much to do except have a drink, relax, check on His Honor, and try and rest. When I wake up in the morning, I will be a year older.

Aww!

Do you feel like crying in the good way? Then read this most wonderful story. *sniff*