That was not an enjoyable sight.
Then I came to work and, well, there are computers here, and they are not doing what they are supposed to do, or, rather, they are only doing what humans tell them to do, and humans are apparently telling them to frak with my life. Repeatedly.
Luckily, when the machines let you down, there is always human contact to billow you up, and today's billowiness comes from my beloved mother, who left a note in my lunch. Looking at it, I thought, "More adults should get notes from their parents in their lunches. And cute little indecipherable drawings. I know! I will billow up everyone's mood by sharing a collection of napkins from Mom!" And as it was thought, so it is done. Enjoy!
|Mom's happiness on Mondays can be disconcerting|
|Mom had an injured hand and wanted me to think of her suffering|
|Mom does not approve of Black Friday|
|Mom does approve of Spike the Cat|
|And Mom likes to leave warnings when I get out of hand|