When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.**

I've had a bad week. A really bad week. And as a result, I've been a bad blogger because I didn't feel like spreading the bitterness I was feeling.

Monday - Huge fight with Manbug. (Yes, we are speaking to each other again).

Tuesday - I slowly begin to realize that Manbug is going to be insanely busy at work for the foreseeable future, and our times of relaxing on the couch to make fun of "Real Housewives from Atlanta" or drinking coffee in bed until 11:00 a.m. on Saturdays won't be happening again soon. We are two ships passing in the night (except my ship is permanently docked in my f-ing home office and the captain wears her PJs until about noon everyday).

Wednesday - Older dog was acting very sick, very weak and I was convinced she was dying. I spent the whole day in tears debating whether I should make the ultimate sacrifice and put her to sleep. (Turns out she's feeling much better now and as Manbug said to me when I suggested that it might be time to visit the vet, "Jesus - give her time. What if she's just having a bad day!!!").

Thursday - Second interview for a job that I'm not sure I want anymore (as a result of some of the comments made to me during said "interview." Things like, "So tell me about yourself - other than the fact you are married because Jesus, it's not like I could miss that ring" and "We may have spoken on the phone before because I remembered that I spoke with a girl lawyer from your old firm and maybe that was you?"). Sigh.

Friday - nothing yet...but I'm not hopeful.

So in an effort to improve every one's moods - I'm going to share something that I found last night that truly brought a smile to my face (you have to watch it with the sound on - it makes something that might be inappropriate just cute):





**Jack Handey.