Sippy Cups

My niece is coming to Wisconsin with her parents... they'll be here in about 12 hours! This is possibly going to be the best Thanksgiving ever. I have sippy cups, baby spoons, special chairs, jars of mush, and some normal people things, too, like good chocolate. And my boss let me off early today to boot.

I'm a little burnt out from work, frankly, so I really am looking forward to the long weekend. Management changes have been strange and awkward. Exhibit A: In which my 40-something-year-old well-educated white supervisor is discussing difficulty finding a desirable spot for his deer hunting trip - "I was really jonesin' the other day when we found out everything was already taken." Now I know just enough not to use the word jonesin', seeing as how I never really knew what it meant, and also because it's not something you generally hear around the office. But let's take entry #3, for instance, from urbandictionary.com:

an immense and incredibly emotional, mental, and physical need for heroin

Ok, I wasn't about to correct him or anything, but since he's been my supervisor for at least three months, I figured he would at least understand that I'd be the last person to sympathize with him on his deer huntin' troubles anyhow. I guess I'm hoping for way too much here. So needless to say, I expect a weekend with Kevin, my brother, sister-in-law, and of course my favorite bay-BEEE will do me a lot of good.