Monday morning, anyone?

I just spilled a cup of coffee down my shirt. Everytime I think "I should wear nice clothes, not just T-shirts and jeans" or "I ought to spend time in the company of people who aren't irremediably akward", the thought is immediately followed by a cascade of stain-inducing liquid down my front or alternately, onto my lap.
My sister and I went for a walk last night around 10 pm. We were chased by a vicious, if tiny, dog. It was about to sink its pointy teeth into the back of my leg, but my terrifying cry of "Bad Dog! Bad Dog!" seemed to do the trick and it left us in peace. On second thought, it was probably just trying to be friendly.
I'm making gazpacho for my mom and sisters tonight. I expect it to be wildly exciting, or at least wildly full of tiny bits of tomato. Perhaps I will dump some on my white shirt (already brown in places).