Leslie, the Bwitish-accent-bastardizing poppet with more energy and love than a million toddlers on crack.

In an email that I received from Myra earlier this morning, that's how she described me. And here I just thought of myself as enthusiastic.

Myra has now left the building! (Or at least I think she has.) Last I heard, her plan was to leave on her long drive to Maryland today. We did some celebrating and sending off for her, though.

March 13 was Myra's last day at work, and it was one hell of an emotional day. We had a department taco bar potluck with tons of dessert. I made cupcakes. (Actually, Mandy made them. But I frosted and sprinkled them.)



A lot of pictures were taken, and many small speeches were made. In the privacy of my office (and other offices, I'm sure), many tears were shed. (In case you guys haven't gotten it yet, I am a sentimental fool and am going to miss my pal very much.)



Last week (March 20) a select few of us got together and went to Casa Maya, a yummy local Mexican restaurant for dinner. Our mission: to celebrate Myra! (I was also secretly celebrating the end of the quarter.)

We had chips and salsa and margaritas, which never gets old. I had a lamb taco and a cheese enchilada, both of which were awesome.



Again, many pictures were taken! And Myra got lots of gifts, including a care package from me.



I haven't included any pictures of our other cohorts in here, because they're all legal types and just might sue me.

I had planned on seeing Myra one last time before her departure, but it just didn't work out like that. While I'm sad about that, I also know that this is not good-bye forever. In fact, this is an excuse for me to visit the East Coast.

In all seriousness, Myra's friendship means so much to me, and I hope she finds lots of happiness in Maryland. I already miss her so much.