Day, you are looking unpromising in the extreme. I'd like to exchange you for a trip to the dentist, already. And it's only 8:30 am.

Cow-horkers - I know it's been a whole five days since we did our thing here, but the basic physics of glass haven't changed over the holiday. It doesn't bend, okay? If you flex it, it breaks. Really.

Also - there's a little crab on the loose in the shop. Seriously. Tiny crab. It just startled the hell out of me. Who expects to see a wee crustacean come scuttling out from under a pile of metal? Though my friggin' coworkers seemed to really enjoy my three-foot leap in the air.

And the girly squeak.

I hate you, Monday.