i've taken the hangings off the mirrors

and i'm shiva-free now. thanks to all of you who wrote your condolences and even to the koala down-under who sent me pics of her mourning dogs, my dogs' cousins, perhaps.

marge came in to do some shopping and i wound up meeting her at about 3 for lunch. she was tired and just wanted a cool place to eat. me, i wanted a margarita. so three hours and two big-ass margaritas later, we mourned the loss of the dogs and laughed and mocked family with whom we no longer speak. all in all, a good send out.

and today is the day before one of my favey-fave holidays of all time. mancat is off, as is pretty much every last one of my friends, but i opted to take wednesday off instead... why not, my 'boss' isn't in and we get out at two. really, like a day off in itself. then i head to a party thrown by a hostess who stole one of mancat's favey-fave desk toys: a stress-ball shaped like a port-o-potty. (only an architect, i swear to god.) to retaliate, i intend to steal every last feminine hygiene product and leave a '[heart], tom' note in its place... because i'm just that fucked up. the only thing that bothers me about this grand scheme o' mine is that, well, karma (and her retaliation) are bitches.