Beat me with a leather belt

The work thing has been going very well.
I send my work back after I finish each file and in the morning I have an email telling me there are files on the ftp.
The email is like a little present to start my day with.

Last night, I forgot to send off my last two files.
So, no email this morning telling me there are files on the ftp, no email requesting the last two files, no email telling me there won't be any files until I turn in the last two.
Just an empty mailbox.

Huh, I guess the silent treatment is how one gets punished for not following through.

I think I'd rather take the beating.

So this is living?

We've got the new windows - that would be the new condensation kind of windows.
Yes, I was not happy with the windows to start with but now I'm very unhappy with the windows. Condensation gathering on every one of them. I sent a registered return receipt letter to the company that sold them to us and asked them if this was normal. They sent out a couple guys the other day.
Of course they sent the good looking ones.
The problem isn't the windows - the problem is we have high humidity in our house because of the gas heat.
Strange, we had gas heat last year and wood frame windows and I don't recall any condensation. But hey, what do I know about this stuff. The 'lookers' told us that it is not the windows or the installation that is causing the problem. So we're stuck with $7000 worth of windows -- complete with condensation.

Sucks.

The Mr. is gone right now. He went to a basketball game. A girl's basketball game. Imagine that.
The darling little 16-year-old hard body told her dad to be sure and tell the Mr. that she is playing this afternoon.
I don't recall the Mr. ever going to a girl's basketball game before in my life -- he never even watches it on tv.
Yes, this is getting more and more interesting.

My work room is a fucking pit. I get so sick of the mess that is in here.
I planned this room to be a constant mess though.
The main reason is because I was fed up with having to put a guest bed in my 'craft' room. So I decided when we moved here that of course the Mr. can have his 'sports' room -- but it would also house the guest bed and dresser.
I have managed to keep 'my' room so full of junk, treasures, crafts, clothes and whatnot, that there would never be room for a bed. I've been able to hold my ground on this one. But now that I spend so much time in here, I want it cleaned up. That would mean I have to part with some of this "junque". *sigh*