while the cat's away, the mice will FORTIFY

We're heading off to a rather short-notice wedding next weekend, which necessitated a rousing game of "Do I Own Anything at All that Looks Nice Enough to Wear to A Wedding?" which is also known as "Just How Fat Have I Gotten?" We're actually doing okay on something to wear on the bottom, but two possible contenders for tops are nowhere to be found. And other things that have worked okay as tops before are too far into the t-shirt camp to be acceptable. And are skirts okay for pretty formal weddings, or are we in dress range?

Classes have just ended, and I seem to have eked out an A- with a 90.something. Lots of time recently has been put towards that, so I haven't much else to say.

Except for this retelling of a PBS documentary about dogs that was on recently:

At first we thought the domestication of woves and their evolution into dogs happened thusly:

HUMAN: Hey there, tame wolf puppy. Do this and that.
TAME WOLF PUPPY: Okay.

[Time passes}

HUMAN: Hey there, dog. Do this and that.
DOG: Okay! [wags]

but now we think it was more like this:
TAME-ISH WOLF: Hey, human dude. Mind if I eat your trash here?
HUMAN: Fuck do I care?
TAME-ISH WOLF: Cool.

[Time passes]

TAME-ISH WOLF: Hey, I was just eating your trash over here, and I was wondering if you might like to snuggle.
HUMAN: Uh... well, no, not really. That's okay.
TAME-ISH WOLF: Oh, alright. Yeah, that's fine. It's cool. It's just been getting kinda cold at night, and I was just thinking maybe... but no, whatever. It's cool.
HUMAN: Well, yeah. It is kinda cold.
TAME-ISH WOLF: Heh, yeah.
HUMAN: So, I don't know, maybe...
TAME-ISH WOLF: [wags]
HUMAN: Yeah, what the hell.
TAME-ISH WOLF: Cool, man.

[Time passes]

PROTO-DOG: So, hey, I was thinking. Maybe I could spend most of my time inside.
HUMAN: I don't know, proto-dog. I mean, you pee on all my stuff.
PROTO-DOG: Holy shit, that bothers you? I can totally stop that.
HUMAN: Yeah? Well, okay. Can you stop chewing on your ass, too?
PROTO-DOG: Well, but it itches.
HUMAN: It's annoying.
PROTO-DOG: Having an itchy ass is annoying too.
HUMAN: Do you want to live in the house or not?
PROTO-DOG: Yeah, okay, I'll try to stop chewing my ass. But I can't make any promises.
HUMAN: Okay. Want to eat the Cheerios that Ug-Rug threw on the floor?
PROTO-DOG: Yes. Yes, I do.