G, B, U (Again)

The Good: They asked her to leave.

The Bad: They asked her to leave.

The Ugly: They asked her to leave.

G, B, U

The Good: Andy Pettite is coming back to the Yankees.

The Bad: It's 6:03 and I'm drunk off one cup of hot cider with rum. Alone.

The Ugly: Found a dead baby mouse in a sticky trap in my kitchen (all limbs intact). Waiting for HeWhoIsNotMyBoyfriend to come dispose of it. Wishing I had added "Dead Mouse Removal" to Roommate's Boyfriend's List of Responsibilities (in addition to clarifying SKIM milk purchasing).

G, B, U

The Good: Thumbs up for all the Smart Ones desserts I've tried (Mississippi Mud Pie, NY Cheesecake with Cherry, Key Lime Pie).

The Bad: Tons of papers due this week and feeling v. overwhelmed ("can you ever be just whelmed?") and pressed for time.

The Ugly: Ex-Boy returned my keys, as per my request. Sans note, sans anything that would ever imply that we had ever loved each other at all.