Maybe Not Tomorrow

Thank goodness!

WAM still thinks we're best friends. They were telling me today about how our acting supervisor is wrong and doesn't know how the system works. I said WAM was second guessing someone who's higher in the corporate food chain (not my exact words, but you get the idea), and WAM said "Yes, I am!"

I don't understand why, if I always disagree, WAM keeps coming to me like a dog that wants praise after rolling in a pile of another dog's dung. "Look at me!" they say, "Don't I smell nice! And I'm covered in the excretions of another dog, who will know that I rolled around in his territory! Yay me!" I know you're laughing, but it's really true. We used to have a dog who did exactly that.

Except tell us in English about it. But he would prance up proudly, covered in shit (this doesn't count as a swear, it's a noun, and there's no other way to describe it), happy as a clam. Usually right after a bath. The last thing he wanted to do was smell like a clean dog. He had to smell like some other dog's shit (still a noun, still doesn't count).

I do miss Buttons. I'll have to see if I have a dung-less picture of him somewhere.

So, a cold front came in yesterday, and we were actually facing some below-average temperatures. After weeks of 60-70 degree days, and all these people wondering where winter is. Are you happy now, people? They're calling for snow tomorrow and it's all your fault! More like a wintry mix, but I'm not staying at work late if the weather's going icky!

By the way, I ordered a new dress from the same place. It should be here by the end of the week or so. This one is spaghetti-strapped and angular, handkerchief cut. Should dance very well, and on the really good side of things, I may not have to wear my corset! It's a small possibility, but maybe.

Celebrate with me for a moment on that.