Oh - and!

We got our psychotherapy supervisor assignments today. Dr. Jabba leaves this letter in our box, saying, I've assigned your supervisors through an intricate and complex process known as Dr. Jabba's personal instincts about who you'd fit well with. We were assigned two - one per two therapy patients.

The first name on my list? My shrink.

Once I stopped laughing (that took a while), I emailed him faster than you can say "conflict of interest" and suggested that he reassign me. But I complemented him on his instincts - she and I do, indeed, work well together.

Meanwhile, I'm totally taking that letter with me to therapy on Friday. Because it will amuse her, too.