And I have another 3 hours and 46 45 minutes. (not that I am counting or anything.)

AH! Little Miss I Don't Work Until 10 AM! See where your flaunting gets you?

Cause they pay you?

I bet they'd still pay be if I left early, though.

I think people should make up wild tales of their weekend plans and tell them to us.

Brunch with my sister, and then something involving air conditioning. I've been invited to 2 parties, but they're both outside. (Plus, my trains are doing weird shit this weekend that makes me not want to leave my neighborhood if I can avoid it. Good thing I can walk to 2 movie theatres.)

Oh, and krav and surfing. I think that's the whole weekend, if you don't count the laundry and cleaning, which I really don't want to.

weekend plans:

brunch, sewing, possibly work in flowerbeds, church, work, start looking at ibooks, more de-cluttering of house.

AH! Little Miss I Don't Work Until 10 AM! See where your flaunting gets you?

I have another new list. Kat's on it.

Weekend plans are Farmer's Market, The Aristocrats, the rest of the Fringe Festival, and an 18-mile run. Whee!

::does the dance of listlessness::

::considers the lameness of said dance::

::fails to muster energy to care::

Man’s best terror deterrent? The dog

Cute article.

In the Washington area, the dogs usually are not stationed at the top or bottom of escalators, where each passenger walks by. Some days, the dogs and their handlers walk through the dark tunnels on catwalks. They press flat against the wall when a train whizzes by. When it is time to get on escalators, the dogs look anxious. Their handlers hold up their tails so they do not get caught in the moving stair.

Andy's motivation is basic: the next meal. Once an ATF explosives dog has been trained, he is fed only after he finds an explosive. Three times a day, Andy's handler hides shell casings or explosives in a field, car, building or the woods. Andy, who wears his own police badge, has to "alert" Special Agent Sheila Fry, his handler, when he smells an explosive, by sitting down at the spot. Then she hand-feeds him. She has a small "dog slobber" towel attached to her belt next to her gun.

"We don't like to say he flunked out of seeing-eye dog school. I think of it as more of a career change," Fry said. Andy "couldn't overcome his desire to sniff, track and hunt. He's great at finding explosives."

I love the part about the cops holding the dogs' tails so they don't get caught in the escalator. And the "dog slobber" towel. And that the doggies get their own badges. And the "career change" dog.

I think I'll alternate between the movies and the pool this weekend. With a trip to the city to meet my friend who lives in France if she can ever check her email to get my phone number, since I have no other way to get in touch with her.

right now I am eating tiny peaches off my tree. yum