The best things about vintage coats is that they are cool looking.
The worst thing about vintage coats is that sometimes when you get to work instead of finding your telephone in your pocket there is just a rip in the fabric, and then you don’t have a telephone anymore!
Okay.
Chair upgrade is beast-approved.
Dining room chair transformation complete.
This would probably make more sense if I had a before picture.
Hilda is making ghost noises in her sleep. Are cats supposed to make ghost noises?
From my basement office the snowplows sound thunderous. I am excited about the snow but hope it doesn’t prevent tomorrow’s planned suburban adventure. For future reference, just say the word Ikea to me and I’ll probably offer to take you.
My bike finally has wheels again but I need to put a rack on the back pronto so that I can bike to work instead of getting on the blue line and fuming about every asshole who just got off an airplane and thinks having an extra seat for their luggage is a right rather than a total dick move.
The cat sneezed four times yesterday is and mewing forty percent more and seventy percent more pitifully than usual. There is WebMD for pets, and it is possible that it is even more dangerous than WebMD for humans.
I think Hilda has herpes, I emailed Sparks earlier. Jokes about the historical accuracy of chastity belts sold at the American Girl store ensued. But the herpes would explain her wonky eye. It is very common in cats who have hung out with other cats. I got her from the pound, and who knows where she was before that. She must have it.
I’ve been back in Chicago for a week from my haphazard east coast road trip. I have been out every night of the week. Work is very slow because my interns are just getting back from break themselves. School starts tonight. Sparks and I bought matching backpacks. I still hope the other kids like me.
Sparkly nails and a cup full of Malort, oh my.
Happy New Year.
