Okay, with very few exceptions, today was just Bite Me Bad. I was pretty depressed the entire day, and I would go into detail but this is supposed to be The Besst, not the Worsst.

Until I came home, where the Sexiest Man Alive gave me my Valentine’s Day present: a Star Trek bathrobe. It is so bitchin’.

Besst of all, it’s a commander-rank bathrobe. In the Science department.

Thank you, Dad, Interrupted! I love you!

© E. Stocking Evans 2013