OMG, there was a woman that looked pregnant in the restaurant the other day drinking a glass of wine. I totally wanted to high five her, but that's presumptuous on top of assuming. With a side order of NOT MY BUSINESS.

No one is pregnant until they tell me, or go into labour in front of me, or possibly both. Note to self.

I just turned on my heat. It's supposed to be 70 today. 80 tomorrow. Why does my body, in making antibodies, always decide to feel like crap for a few days? I really need to put work aside for the day or at least a nap. Can't brain - obviously.

Need to put on fuzzy socks. Fuzzy socks make stuff better.

Dear Professors & Deans,

If you plan on violating copyright, please do not ask the librarians to help you. For example, don't say, "But couldn't you just Google me a copy?" because you sound like an idiot.

Signed, Lose my Number, Please

Also, I just burst into tears because someone came in to tell me they thought I did well in an interview yesterday about Sassafras, and that maybe I should get my own show. Tears, because I don't want my own f'ing show, I want my dog.

maybe I should get my own show

Wow, that's a huge dose of missing the point. Sorry, Sparky.

Melted witch candy

Those are adorable and actually look super easy.

Oh, Sparky, I'm sorry.

Poor Sparky.

If either of us were huggers or even in the same room, I'd probably be hugging you right about now.

How to look 'amazing' in pictures. She doesn't mention genetic jiggering, which is probably also useful.

Dog driving - the guy who makes the sulkies on Australian tv.

Sparky, I'm so sorry. We want you to have Sass back, too.

A reader/blogger created Cold Kiss cookies and sent me some! (She seems like a reputable type, and I've had two and am not dead yet, so.) It's like a tiny, moist coconut cake. NOM.

How sweet! And they sound delicious.

I think I'm going to make the melted witch candies for our family reunion in a couple of weeks. A little early, but too damn cute not to make.