I lay in bed this morning in a good mood. And I turned over and smiled at Wonderboy as he sat there, pressing his paw against my lips. (That's cat language for "Get up and feed me." Cats are very intelligent, and they do know how to speak, if you listen to them.)
And I thought, "Maybe I'll do a Dear Mrs. Hax this morning. What shall our madcap adventures be for the day? Does Chris ditch his Black Widow, ex-future mother-in-law girlfriend and get conscripted into the French Foreign Legion?..."
And now I'm just too pissed off at the world to be funny. The day is ruined. I will stew for a while and curse everyone and everything.