Yesterday was International Women's Day. When I went into Whole Foods, the cashier presented me with these flowers in honor of my "womanhood." I thought it was so sweet, right up until he hit me up for a donation...
I had to fill out an online form for DialogDog’s HR department to verify that The Midge and I were his “dependents.” Aside from the fact that I don’t like being considered dependent on anyone, I was stumped when I got to the question asking if The Midge is disabled or not.
In legal speak, she is technically “learning disabled,” although DialogDog and I never refer to her as that. We like to consider her dyslexia a learning difference.
Seriously, I sat staring at that HR form for a good 20 minutes trying to decide what to put. I considered calling DialogDog at work to get his opinion, but he’s impossible to get a hold of most days at work — plus I didn’t want to be “dependent” on his opinion. I asked my loyal assistant, Chica, but she just sighed and went back to sleep. So instead, I did eeny meeny miny mo and went with that answer.
Yes, it works for me….
