The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Morning

It was a Jerry Springer morning at my house. Doors were slammed, people yelled, and I almost got run over by both a street sweeper and a Coke truck. I admit that I was a total harpy, but Dylan was pushing every last one of my buttons. Here's a free piece of advice: never cut your bangs when you're in a rage. On the list of bad ideas, it's right up there with Drunk Dialing Your Boss and the All-Velveeta Diet.

Artist's rendering of the atrocity:


Also.
If a certain chick at work keeps referring to meetings as "downloads," I cannot be held responsible.