After thinking about yesterday's post,

I realized it was time to come out of mourning. I've literally been sitting around grieving -- for the way the baby has changed my relationship with Jack, for the stupid lost job, for being stuck in this inanely gorgeous little town, for whatever. So I got good and mad last night, and I kept Jack up until 11:30 making him mad at me, and we cursed each other and went to sleep mad and we woke up feeling like two raccoons in heat. So fuck all that maudlin shit -- ordinary is fine by me. Let's change our socks! Let's sharpen some pencils! Let's go fill up the car with premium for a change! Woo hoo!

Monkey? Cockroach? Second wife? Play the reincarnation game. (link from bfts)