The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Overall, a good weekend with the Short Ones. On Saturday, we went to visit our baby Wilbur, who is an adorable cross between Jaws and a leaky faucet.


Cute, but he still pees on the floor. The dog too.

Then we shopped for foo-foo Christmas ornaments and saw a play. How friggin' cultured of us.

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Yesterday, the whole family gathered on Western to watch the Toys For Tots Ride go by our house. Thankfully, we weren't outside when that asshole ran over one of the bikers and killed him just down the street. From time to time I am still stunned at how shitty people are.

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In less godawful news, I justthissecond RSVPed to my office Christmas party. Now, as you may or may not know, I do not have a boyfriend. Did you know that? I wasn't sure if you'd heard. Due to this lack of present Love Interest, I was forced to check the dreaded "no guest" box. Which wouldn't be so bad if any of the boys working here were both a) hot, and b) single. Which there aren't. Wow, this is going to be great party! Somebody pass the roofies!

Last year's holiday shindig wasn't that bad. I look like I had fun, don't I?







Yeah, I know what you're wondering. How will I ever top that ... top? And I think I've found the answer. This year I'm wearing this:


I might not have a date but at least I'll leave with some extra cash. Bow-chicka-bow-bow!