Actual conversation with my neighbor.
Box artistically distressed by Toby.
I used to have to count exclusively on these guys to work as my tears. Today I found a new way. Since I was by myself, I decided to sing along with Happy Together on the radio and burst into terrible wracking sobs. Either my horrible singing hurts even my own ears, or my body is coming up with creative ways to cope with not being able to cry. Either way, got to skip using eye drops this afternoon.
Just don’t cry on me. I hate damp fur.
I heard that retailers are looking to start the Christmas shopping season tomorrow. In case you are hoping to get a super early jump on the holidays, come to my shop where you can pamper yourself with handmade luxury.