Poor Rasputina is stuck in Boston with car trouble and I am completely baker-less come Monday morning.
(Oh yeah, I had to re-fire Baker #2 for two-times drunkenness. I tried to be a compassionate, forgiving person who likes to give people another chance. Chance #3, however, just wasn't in the cards.)
Mr. Rasputina is trying to drum up a mercenary for a couple of hours tomorrow, but I still haven't heard back from him. Nor the other two Canary people who could possibly pinch hit. I am so screwed. This basically means I will not be able to pee for the entire day. God help me.
But on a good note, I am currently enjoying some fabulous cheese that the cheesewenches at The Circus slipped my way. Wanna sample? I've got an aged dry goat, a d'affinois - the most buttery-deliciousness brie-like substance you will ever enjoy in your life, a firm trappist cheese made by German nuns with a rind made with walnuts somehow, and a blue brie.
A blue brie! There is a god.
And a multigrain boule from Metro that is now gone. Tant pis! May have to head down to the WaWa for some Ritz, but whatever.
Life is good. But I still need some Twizzlers.
And for a chortle...more cat pix. Thanks Jasclo.