Last month, a bird flew into a window at Not So New Job. I've never seen an impression like the one it left. Clearly, our windows needed a good cleaning. Also, when I looked outside for the bird's body, there wasn't so much as a feather on the ground. So, either the bird wasn't injured (unlikely, I mean, you can see the impression of his EYEBALL for fuck's sake) or a predator dragged the carcass off for dinner.
The world will never know.
My new victim services coordinator ran the picture I took through an AI generator, and the resulting cartoon is hilarious to me.
Queen B's mummy was good enough to earn her a chance to win a gift certificate for painting the Piece of the Month at the store. She didn't end up winning, but the nomination was a nice surprise.
Lastly, Hugh and his fellow firefighters were honored for saving the Visitor's Center at the local National Park when a wildfire ravaged it this summer. The event was held at The Association, which is where Mom, Kristi, and I have attended the Boozy Book Fair. Mom and I attended the ceremony, and we indulged in craft coffees while we were there. It was a good day for all of us.






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