Due to various climatological, sleep-related, time-management and professional aggravations, I was in a really bad mood until a few minutes ago. But then I cranked up the Arabic Groove to volumes that, although unappreciable in type, definitely annoy my neighbors. And then I drew a butt on the fridge. Listening to Hisham Abbas (Intil Wahee-ee-ee-ee-ee-e-da!), knowing that the next person to walk into my kitchen will be mooned by an appliance, I did actually crack a smile. (But I'm still grumpy....)

A different fridge Butt.