My father used to embarrass me so much in high school because he smoked Virginia Slim 120s. This big, bearded guy with these little froo-froo cigarettes.

At least he didn't get a special cigarette holder for them. I recall one being available. It may have been a special size version of one of those stop-smoking filters.

I am off today, so I thought I would check my work email from home.

Turns out that the broken toilet in the mens room got worse, so they have locked it off from use.

So, do they put up a sign that the women's bathroom is unisex for the day, just knock before entering? No. Too many people squicked by that. Understandable. Do they ask the dance studio in the same building if they can take the traffic? No. Do they expect any man who has to take a crap to clock out, get in their car, drive four blocks to the nearest gas station, ask the attendant for the key, and afterwards drive back to work, clock in and go back to work? Yes.

Never mind the concept of getting a faster-working plumber (unlikely, it may be complicated), or, god forbid, take stock of the fact that we have a total of 1 mens toilet for about 50 men and maybe think that it was bad foresight, in that the company had the building built to their own specs....back when they had 20 employees, men and women.

So glad I'm not at work today.

Man, all this smoking talk is making me want to smoke.

Yes. Oh my, yes. And I never smoked that much. I would smoke clove cigarettes when I was at the club, or out at a gothy show. Or under a lot of work stress. Like I am right now must smite writers and boss!

So, um, yes. Want clove cigarette now, please.

because even a couple puffs leaves me feeling miserable in the morning

Except there's that problem. Not to mention the whole reason I quit in the first place, which was Pete saying he wouldn't kiss me if I kept smoking.

Snarl.

Seconding Suzi's "Snarl."

I'll content myself with a hack-cough-sniffle. My four-year-old grand-niece is damned cute, but undoubtedly a vessel of unfamiliar germs.

My four-year-old grand-niece is damned cute, but undoubtedly a vessel of unfamiliar germs.

Adorable little petrie dishes.

Also, two new tires. I only do two at a time because they are so damn expensive ($260 for two tires, peeps!) I'm used to the little, cheapy tires all my other cars had. Talk about sticker shock.

me too. and they seem to wear out a hell of a lot faster than the old ones. I like the idea of Pirelli tires, but I'm getting some Michelin or something next go-round.

Juliana, will you call me on Thursday night and ask me if I have the tickets in my purse?

Brakes? Oh yeah, thank doG I have the hybrid. The brakes on those tend to last easily 100,000 miles.