Sometimes all your bras are hanging on the drying rack downstairs and you put your sweater on upstairs knowing that you will remember to put a bra on before you go to work and then you forget.

Sometimes you spend the night at your friend's house and you forget to take an extra pair of underwear with you and you have to stop at a store on the way to work so you will have a fresh pair to wear and then you accidentally buy the old lady kind that go up to your chest and down to your knees and are saggy in the butt because you were in a hurry to get to work. Sometimes.

I ran over a squirrels tail yesterday. Not the whole squirrel, that might have been better. I don't wish for squirrels to die like some people. They are not chewing their way into my house. It would have been better to have quickly flattened it like a pancake because I saw it run away in my rearview mirror dragging its tail on the ground behind it. It was one of the most horrifying things I have ever seen. The monkey was traumatized by the whole event. What if it had been his tail?