Yesterday, my day was filled with two bagels, three power bars, a glass of chocolate milk, and constantly saying all day, “NICKY, STOP TAKING HIS HOOFIE! GIVE IT BACK!”, “yes, are ARE getting a bath”. Cleaning up the retribution shit from the bath. Getting out the electric blanket because I cannot keep myself and the dogs warm at night with no man-heater in the bed. Watching the dogs shake, pretending they are cold, and feeling guilty about it. A quick call from my SIL to get my dad’s cell number. And thank god, no call from my mother the psycho hose beast.

Avi, remember when Jim was staying late with Karen and Andy at the Stamford branch playing (err, computer game) and doing shots. But Karen keeps dumping her shots in the trash then finally drives Jim home when he falls off his bike cuz he’s drunk. (Did you *not* get the new season? I know you did, you rubbed it in my face that you were getting the Dwight bobblehead!)