BZFGT!

Yep, must be Monday. I tripped over the sidewalk on the way to the post office and fell on my knee (it's fine; I merely exfoliated it) and tore my pants. Commenceth again the Great Pants Quest, in which I learn for the umpteenth time that I am entirely the wrong shape to suit clothing manufacturers.

all right, STOP!

I came home tonight and discovered that Snip had swallowed an embroidery needle. She's at the emergency vet having $2500 surgery.

I have had it with Monday.