Pant of Approval

She can be a total bitch to work for but we managed to get the nod. Late this afternoon our mongrel project manager deigned to tread on our work and, after some serious sniffing and pacing, she declared it, "Done."



Behold.





My personal favorite is the magnificent river of filth that slipped down my legs and past my feet to swirl lazily around the drain before gurgling through the pipes and out to the street as I took a shower. Wait a minute, I haven't taken a shower yet. I had to post this entry first. Sick, I tell ya.