Between yesterday and today, this week is off to a smashing start.
The scene at Swishy's place this morning:
Swishy first hauls a remote, then a lovely box on the coffee table, then a nice, heavy green coffee mug at the wall. The remote is probably irreparably smashed. The mug definitely is.
Swishy flings open the front door, leans over the balcony and throws the remaining half of the coffee mug down two floors to the sidewalk, screaming various obscenities while she's at it.
I apologize if you're one of my neighbors. The only thing I regret otherwise is that my set of four coffee mugs is now a trio, although I might amend that when I go to watch TV tonight and the remote doesn't work.
The only other thing I'd like to say is that my aim is impeccable when I want it to be, and I avoided all body parts, including people's heads, on purpose. I definitely think I get credit for that.