Another good weekend that went by too quickly - it seems like one minute I’m walking out of the office on Friday evening, and the next minute my alarm is going off on Monday morning.

Thursday night I got sloshed with Al and Morgan and George and the rest of the crew, which was fun as always, though I suffered for it a bit on Friday morning. On Friday night, Chris and I hit up MrTails’s birthday party, which was everything it should have been - filled to capacity with drunken geeks having a blast. His apartment is also home to the two tiniest, sweetest cats in the entire world, who served to remind us just how huge (and mean) our own dear Tigger really is.

I spent most of Saturday mildly hungover, but Sunday we went to see my brother’s really nice new apartment and have a slightly belated birthday brunch. We are jealous of their jacuzzi (which resides in one of their TWO bathrooms) and their skylights.

Today I’m just tired and wishing for more weekend. It’s supposed to be 82 later, which strikes me as really unfair, though it felt nicely chilly this morning. I’m just longing to see highs in the 60s, but I suppose you can’t have all dog pups.