these are not my walls

Today the Minister came to see our little office. That would be government Minister, not religious. So well had to gather and look attentive while he shook our hands and made some remarks. Fascinating. ANYWAYS, he gripped our hands way too hard, and someone commented on it. He responded that it came from having been in politics for too long, and from having grown up on a dairy farm. THEN, he made hand motions which, after a beat, I realised were intended to simulate milking a cow. Let me tell you, for that beat, I thought he was going somewhere WAY different...

Some assholes are letting off fireworks. I have no idea why the people in our neighbourhood are so obsessed with fireworks. They set them off quite frequently, and they're damn noisy.

Tonight I made (with Alex's help) these awesome cookies called witches's fingers for the halloween potluck at work tomorrow. I hope people like them. And I hope somebody brings something I can eat. :D