I could do next weekend, I think.

So you're not gadding away to give your love to the Seattleistas until the following weekend?

I may have to ask you to bring some stuff up with you. I found a horrifying lot of different tchotchkes while cleaning out the old car before rolling it over a cliff, including something I saw two years ago, pounced on to give to Jilli, and then lost in the depths of the trunk. I need to send it on its way before more crap descends upon it and it disappears forever.

I played hooky today. Called in sick. Well, not exactly, since all I did was tell the receptionist not to expect me today. No one cares whether I show up or not.

Anyway, I went shopping and saw Tim Gunn! Filming something in front of the Banana store on lower Fifth. If there's an ad involving him carrying a box of ballots you heard it here first.

And I'm having donuts for dinner. Bad!

So you're not gadding away to give your love to the Seattleistas until the following weekend?

Right. I may go down to Santa Barbara that Saturday night, but AAA screwed up my hotel reservations, so I may not be able to.

And I'm having donuts for dinner. Bad!

bon!

see it's both an exclamation and a play on the preceding, though opposite, "Bad!" bon bad bad bon. Can I go home now? I'm jealous of bon's fraudulent sick day. Also my wife says our budget won't allow Batman tonight, largely because of the martini bar right next to the theater. It all feels very unFriday, that's what it is.

Sweetness, you go see Batman. I want to, but (a) our budget is indeed Teh Suck (but would take less of a hit with a single ticket), and (b) jury duty Tuesday, car shit yesterday, and doing the finding-a-legal-parking-space dance this morning have fucked my work week thoroughly. I don't think I can get out of here before nine tonight. I mean, I can, but I shouldn't, and if I do I'll only suffer all the more for it on Monday.

I hope that the clerk did it on purpose. That scenario makes me very happy.

Yeah, me too. I was laughing my ass off in my boss's office.

Will it work? I mean, what happens to the ticket?

Worked on her. She bought the second ticket. And even if it doesn't, you've driven someone mad who was apparently annoying you. That's a bargain for a dollar, if you end up buying it yourself. (And hey, she goes to a psychic - those coulda been some damn good numbers.)

Anyone ever heard of Joyce Myers? We had to dodge a whole lot of people going to hear her speak on our way downtown to the Latin Festival. I think she's a religious speaker. I didn't really pay attention, since I was focused on getting the best chicken chimichanga in the world.

bon!

Very clever. FTR Entenmann's frosted devil's food donuts are tres bon.

ETA: and bon is tres donut.

Kat, ew to SW3, which is not redeemed by Ewan adorableness.