"He's a teacher from Rockville Center and he's gonna die on the moon."

So in retrospect, the picture for my "weekend summary" made it look like I was dead, which wasn't the intention, but I have this problem where I assume people understand what's going on in my head when I do or say things, regardless of how strange they are.

I did have a good weekend, and it was fairly low key.

Saturday I worked for a while until I thought I might start crying (Maxwell Street Days I hate you so much), then gave the pigs a bath, which was horrible for Olivia but we all survived (there will be pictures at a future time.

Then I went over to caffeaffogato's and we had toy time, with our new Charlottes, a plush QB, and this fantastically posable Asuka figure she and kleptoneko got me. Much time was spent bending her into Matrixy positions for kicks.



Sunday infinityduck and I drove to Kenosha to go to a lunchy thing for monkeybobert's future wedding. Food was consumed. Heat was sat in. Words and pleantries were exchanged. And then we drove back!



And then I don't remember what I did, but I bet it was quiet and hopefully productive in some magical way.

Anyway. The rest of my life mostly revolves around trying to prepare the store for the sidewalk sale, which I've mostly done single-handedly. I mean, I had to make my boss actually do her damn job - if I'd left it to her, we probably wouldn't have started until today. I just. Ugh. I know I got myself in over my head a little, but goddammit, no one can do anything right around here, or even makes attempts, so I've been trying to make it less of a Hideous Clusterfuck of Many Sorrows, but it'll probably end up that way regardless. It's all making me dead inside, I will be so happy when it's over.

And then I will answer comments and be good at LJ and not a total monster sobsobsob.

Here's that fun question meme, from qetuo4756, ( for your time and consideration. )

Good times. Also, I've made it three days without my heartburn medication, which I think is some kind of record.

And my iced tea latte from Starbinx is better than the weird seemingly-never-ending-but-not-good-mocha that I got from a local place yesterday. What can I say, corporate whoredom sometimes pays off.

Right. Back to Maxhell Street Doom preparation.

Plague dogs

And then things got more dismal.

A dog got into starsandgraces's garden.

One of her guinea pigs was killed, the other two are missing.

I never got to meet them, just hear stories about them. I feel sick and I just want to cry.

I wish I was there to help look for them, to do but all I can do is wait and hope.

If you have a wish to spare for the other two being found and being okay, it would be appreciated.

Edit: The other two pigs were found alive! One was slightly hurt, the other seems unharmed. I'm so relieved, but still keeping everything crossed that they'll both be okay from here on out.

Oh little pigs. ;;_;;