Pug dogs dressed as famous people.

I get my hair cut at 4!!! Excited!!!

Me too! That cut's going to look so hot on you.

I get my hair cut at 4!!! Excited!!!

Yay! I get mine cut at 5. Which, since I misremember where you are, may be the same as your 4.

Parents, teachers, cops, principals, etc., are all inclined to give 'em a pass on behavior they might not ignore in other, less Norman Rockwell kids.

Yep. Some of the kids who gave me significant grief in elementary school were photogenic, ain't-we-just-too-cute types. When you're hitting me with rocks then no, you ain't just too cute. No one believed that the bruises came from "such nice kids".

Yay! I get mine cut at 5.

Right on! It's haircut day. Emmett's getting his hair cut today too.

We're doing prep work for Halloween at Universal Studios. We are having breakfast before heading to the warehouse. I just ordered huevos rancheros again.

Jealous. Of Halloween, and actual work, and huevos rancheros.

I'm debating whether to volunteer for the embassy Halloween party. The past two years would indicate that the community's idea of a good Halloween party and mine differ somewhat.

Fay, it all sounds great! What if the kid doesn't bring the dog back the next day, though? You might want to get another one (or two) just in case.

Another difference between Thailand and Malaysia, I guess: In Malaysia, common people were prohibited from wearing yellow, a la sumptuary laws. Not that anyone would support the royalty in Malaysia anyway. (And of course the big Malaysia news right now is that a Malay woman who has converted to Christianity is receiving death threats, because all Malays are Muslim by law).

I have new color, just need a cut.

Hey Hec, I am coming into the City tomorrow and I do need to stop by your place (surprise)...

My friend gave me a pair of Michael Kors sandals for my birthday!! [link] These ones! I really should have the ten, but I ain't giving em up.

Gah! Someone at the place I interviewed Wednesday emailed me. I've made the short list! But they'd really, really like to see something—anything—that I've written. I explained about the whole confidentiality thing on my professional writing, but they said, basically, "Whatever you've got. We just need to see how you string words into sentences." So I sent them a short story I published in, like 1994, and a lecture I gave around the same time on the role of women in Yeats' work. Here's hoping they like 'em. Hey, a Native American mystery (before I discovered Hillerman, thankyouverymuch, and set in Marquette, MI) with gratuitous Tetris jokes. What's not to love?

Pity I can't send them to my lj. But then there's all my discussions of slash, and hot men, and hot men with other hot men, and, well, no.

Pug dogs dressed as famous people.

Spock!Pug made my co-workers and I just lose it.

I love Vamp!Pug, m'self.