It's December 1, and it's appropriately cold outside. Feels good for a change. I was going to stop for coffee on my way to the office, but the joint was packed. I needed it. And from the first round of questions I've already received, I shoulda just stopped.
I had the "spills" on Wednesday. First, a bottle of cologne. Shattered. Then, a jar of tomato sauce. Splattered. And then a glass of water. Everywhere. Ten ounces seemed like a gallon.
I'm tired of cleaning up after myself. It does, however, smell good at home.