My coworker is off to

My coworker is off to a sci-fi convention this weekend. Strictly business, of course, and we had a good time looking over the schedule of events, which range from panels on “Finding the Right Agent” all the way to “Eldritch Westerns: The quirkiest subgenre ever?” My favorite so far is “Potter: The Second War Begins. Speculation on book six.” That’s it. Just a whole hour of speculating. I love me some Harry Potter and I’ll probably preorder my special deluxe copy of book six, but I draw the line at paying for sitting in a room to speculate with a bunch of sci-fi folks about who the half-blood prince is. Obviously you can do that for free online. Just kidding! It’s probably Hagrid.

I had a bad moment this morning. I was feeling super cranky to begin with. I think it may be the coffee withdrawal, or it may be that Max’s new favorite thing to do in the morning is sit on my dresser and claw at a beloved handmade lamp that he’s COMPLETELY IGNORED for the past two years, or may be residual annoyance from the fact that they had a sham Apprentice on last night with the updating and crappy “behind the scenes” footage, or perhaps it was lingering irritation from last night’s pilates class with the new instructor who kept jabbing me in the ribs and ordering me to BREATHE! BREATHE! I’m BREATHING, lady, swear to god! I’ve actually found it’s the most convenient way to maintain my existence.

Anyway, all I wanted was a coffee (goddamnit) and a fifteen minute sit down at Starbucks with J, who is working in the city today. And you know what? The Starbucks where there is always a place to sit and I’ve never had a problem finding seating at? No seats. People, this broke me. J ushered me outside where I stood on the cold sidewalk crying and holding a café au lait (which Starbucks calls something different and which I can never remember) and hating all the commuters pushing past me. But then? He did something very sweet and walked me all the way to work. Even though he had to be in the complete opposite direction and there was no real reason for it. And it made me feel a little less like packing up Max in a bubble wrapped box and shipping him to Colorado, or punching slow walkers in the guts. Or maybe it was the blessed caffeine. No, no: it was the love.

Wedding artifact of the week: “Here Comes the Bride” musical panty

Folks, I'm DYING over here. Go read the hilarity.

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