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Bleh.

I saw him today. Instinctively he reached for me, then stopped himself. He knows I saw him do it. He's trying to behave.

He told me over the phone that his wife found one of his dress shirts scented with perfume. My perfume. I wish I knew which one it was, so I don't wear it around her in the future.


I'm starting to think I've got anger management issues. A young woman came into the gallery today; tall, but very, very overweight.

She thinks that our bronze frogs are magnetic.

"No, they're heavy because they're made out of bronze."

"You're lying!" she exclaims.

"Really...they're made out of bronze."

"You're lying!" she repeats.

"Lady, you call me a liar one more time, you won't have to worry about the morbid obesity killing you. You'll be leaving my gallery in a body bag."


I say nothing, but these are my thoughts.


I try to be a good, kind, compassionate person. But damn, when I get pissed off, it's not good. My manager is the same way. Someone once said that he was "calm like a bomb." I think that's part of why he and I get along so well. We understand each other.

I am working all weekend, and then I am getting my wisdom teeth out on Monday morning. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

At least I get four days off. Yes, I will have gone through surgery. But I can't remember the last time I had four days off in a row.

Laissez les bons temps rouler.