You are welcome, Burrell!

Scola also took one of my favorite pictures ever of Frankie. It's amazing, and he took in the backseat of my car - boggles my mind.

Wish him luck. Fox notwithstanding.

This reminds me that I accidentally opened one of his tax forms while I was sorting the mail and now I feel like a total shit. I have to shove it in the mail with a note that is sort of, "I wasn't snooping on your mail, I'm just an idiot."

Oy.

Oh Allyson, I've had to send that note as well. For the same reason. Only to my SISTER.

AWKWARD!

Super awkward!

We had just put in hardwood floors and painted the walls and ceiling. I sat down to pay the bills and just started opening the envelopes in my pile to sort. And I was like, "I don't have a SAG account, must be Kristen...OH SHIT."

I opened one of my neighbor's wedding gifts (I was also expecting a delivery.) I was a little confused because I'd ordered books, not little bowls.

Oh, and that was the day I also discovered their dog was shredding their mail (because I was getting packages off their porch and putting them inside, which makes it worse I opened the one delivered to me by accident) and found half a chewed up check, an eighth of a $20 and pieces of several cards that all together might've made one card.

Now THAT was a fun email to write.

Are you still in the apartment with the falling down balcony? Did that get fixed?

I am on the verge of custom plates. And a haircut.

Also, self-driving cars will have their own drivers licenses.

They're persons.

I've learned to just walk down and tell her I've sent her something. If she's there. If she's free.

For years I used to have to walk over to my boss's office to tell her I'd sent her an email, otherwise she'd never see it. Even now I sometimes have to call her to ask her to look for my email. She was just accustomed to either calling or walking over to people's desks for facetime. She was really resistant to the idea of communicating electronically.

I don't have Monday off, and I can't even take it off anyway (*stomp*). My company really needs to hire the new editor they said they were hiring last summer.

The idea of opening a pet photography business has been popping up in my head lately. It's totally impractical, by the way. You people aren't helping.

Oh, glamour photos for shelter animals helping them get adopted sounds wonderful! My gosh, I love that idea.

Digits crossed for Colin's new show!

I called my BFF and got her daughter, and spent 20 minutes listening to her squealing over whatever it was she was doing on the Internet. I finally told her to have her mom call me and said bye-bye.

I've got a coworker I frequently have to call or visit to tell him to read his email. It makes me crazy. But I get revenge when he's working from home. I call the house phone first. It is upstairs. While he's racing to answer it, I wait a beat and call his cell, which is usually downstairs. And then tell him to read his email. Usually the laptop is in yet another room. It's petty, and he knows I do it on purpose.

An aunt told me, my mother, and my sister to forgive the cousin who threatened to have me deported and blackmailed my parents. Said it might cure my migraines. I asked her if it would cure my mother's cancer, and to her credit, she played along. I told her, however, that the bitch didn't have to make the first gesture, but neither did I, and my sister and I agreed we were willing to go up in flames on this one.

Hair cut.