In Praise of the Mr.

I don't know if I can blame it on the drugs, but I had a bad attitude yesterday. And unfortunately, rather than taking it out on the people at work who put me there (never a good idea in an imploding economy, I guess), I took it out on Mr. Barefoot.

And then he brought me these:



I'm such an a-hole. But an a-hole with good taste in men, apparently.