Sounds Like Someone's Got a Case of the Mondays

We all sort of got up on the wrong side of the bed this week didn't we?:

Over at Kathrynon, hell hath no furry like a blogger scorned.

I-66 has a stubbed ub nose and is resorting to, shudder, beef franks and Mountain Dew.

Rock Creek Rambler is rightfully lamenting the loss of the best Italian restaurant in D.C.

Me? I posted a Dorothy Parker poem two days ago, and that was even before I thought my dog was going to die. After a nearly full day of cheeriness that followed beating deadline on a piece this morning, I am now firmly back into a foul mood.

Here's to cutting your losses on a bad week D.C. Everyone take the next two days off. Tell them I said it was OK.