Apparently, Bram jumped up on our bathroom sink and got stuck. He was waiting there until Steven found him.
Yes folks, my 70 pound puppy is really a cat.

Resolution #1: uggg - will obviously lose 20 lbs. #2: always put last night's panties in the laundry basket. Equally important: will find nice sensible boyfriend and stop forming romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workoholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. Will especially stop fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all these things.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold |
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang |
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, |
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. |
In me thou seest the twilight of such day |
As after sunset fadeth in the west, |
Which by and by black night doth take away, |
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. |
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire |
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, |
As the death-bed whereon it must expire |
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. |
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, |
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. |