Well. Shogirlove has been a little under the gun at work, lately. Last Friday, her Uber-boss actually threw something at her. Not so pleasant. When Shopgirlove suggested that might not be the most appropriate way to handle intra-office communication, she received the following commentary:
"I didn't throw it at you. If I had, it would have hit you."
Oh. Well then. We're all peachy.
Shopgirlove may not be as regular as Metamucil for a while. Her apologies.
There's been a lot of death, lately. Chez Shopgirlove. Rather heavy, really. So she wants to lighten up a little with some entertainment. Dark though it may be...
Patch, Shopgirlove hopes his passing was as dreams come to us. So lightly, we barely know the difference. Between a breath in and a breath out. Silent and easy. May your heart be unlocked and open. A child on the waves. No burden yours to bear. We are all with you and keep you close.
You were a good parrot. And a good partner. We learned a lot from your mom. In fact, you and your mom managed to make us rethink our take on intelligence. Perhaps it's not just for simians anymore. Perhaps outside the box is the place to be. Anyway, thank you. You were a good parrot.
Shopgirlove loves the races. But can we please, please stop racing two-year-olds?
