*I* did it. I put him in a safe place. He wasn't in Ali's room at all. Not under the bed, not stuck in the covers, not lost in the laundry basket.
She kept tellin' me.
I kept tellin' her.
WHEW! Amy was over the other day and collected BENA (who was promptly renamed, but she'll always be Bena to me) and now Ben can have BEAN, and almost everyone will soon be happy.
Oh, I am so tired. The big report is finished, handed in, the accompanying Power(F-ing)Point has been presented, handed in. Someday I'll share all the things I've learned about myself SO FAR during this one semester of school.
I didn't go to bed 'til midnight last night and was up well before the butt-crack of dawn this morning (4:40 a.m., to be precise), and that's after playing host to the nightly
Kitty Gong Show 3 a.m. Dance of the Kitties. I did a little editing and rearranging during breaks/lunch today and emailed them home for Alison to REprint and deliver to me on her way to filling in for someone at work.
Thank goodness for my little thumb drive (which I love beyond reason). Thank goodness for high-speed internet and email. Thank goodness for wonderful children (thank goodness this fit into her schedule). Lord knows I've saved them enough times, delivering forgotten homework, books, lunches, projects, et.cet.er.a, et.cet.er.a, et.cet.er.aaaaa (please, in your best Yul Brunner).
Okay, okay, y'all can stop sweatin' now.