Just received The Gallery of Regrettable Food and Interior Desecrations. I laughed so hard that my face still hurts. (All hail Glamaha!) What I want to know is how the hell did Lileks get into my parents' basement?
It's been a trying week. The news of the world is depressing enough; add family issues, stir well, and let fester. Then drop $400 on snow tires and an oil change. (Note to tire manufacturers: "all season" my ass!) It's enough to make you want to hide in the root cellar with a blanket over your head.
But things are looking up. The family crisis has been resolved, and my husband goes to back to work tomorrow. You know a man's been under stress when he looks forward to working a 24-hour shift. My stress level has been much lower by comparison, but even I am looking forward the garden-variety crappy days of yore. Does two weeks ago count as yore?
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