I'm having this weird issue in Word. I have a document with tables, and whenever a new table appears, word puts it on the next page instead of having it start directly below the paragraph.

I checked the box in table properties to allow row breaks, but it just won't allow me to move the table up below the text. It looks screwy.

Any ideas?

I think that ad is adorable, all those bunnies with dyed feet.

Ahrg, I've had the same problem and fixed it at work, but I can't for the life of me remember what I did.

-t, I think my bleeding-heartness is just freaked at the reference to chopped off feet. And yeah, I had a real rabbit's foot, complete with claws when I was little (where the hell it came from, I don't know. Kinda freaks me out to think of it now. It wasn't dyed. I used to suck on it as a toddler. OK, now I'm really disturbed.)

Crash star Jennifer Esposito's four-month marriage to Wedding Crashers actor Bradley Cooper is over, according to US reports. The sexy actress has reportedly filed for divorce in Los Angeles County Superior Court, citing "irreconcilable differences" for the split.

Who ever could have predicted this surprising and unexpected turn of events?

Oh yeah—Liza Minelli.

Word tables, ugh.

Dog stuff: the dog's in her annual molt. The amount of hair that comes off her during May - Tom, if you ever get some of those hairless cats, I can clothe seven or eight of them, this week alone.

The weirder part though, is that it's not just fur. Her body bulks up like crazy for the winter, and this time of year, she just melts away. Her diet doesn't change, and as far as I can tell, her food consumption doesn't vary much. But she's noticably smaller. And not just me - people in the building and neighborhood remark on it.

She's Husky and Rott, so some pretty solidly built breeds. And with the Husky especially, it makes sense. But it's weird to see it happen, and so fast.

A couple of years ago, I was out visiting Mom and my brother in NJ in April, so I was able to see my brother's two malamutes go through their complete dehairing, or so it seemed. Their undercoats seemed to come off in about three days, so just running your hand over them yielded fistfulls of the stuff.

We had a dog wander into our yard one hot spring day and plop down panting. We started petting him and the fur came off in small sheets. It was like a sheep shearing. Ten minutes later there was a pile of fur the size of the dog and a much happier dog. The owner came by a few minutes later and was pissed at what we'd done to the dog. We wondered if he had planned to spin the fur or something.

Their undercoats seemed to come off in about three days, so just running your hand over them yielded fistfulls of the stuff.

Yup. That's exactly it. Except there's so much that it's much longer than three days.

Not planning on knitting anything, though.

She's Husky and Rott, so some pretty solidly built breeds

Oooh. Gorgeous I bet.

I was once whinging in the dog park about Barteby's shedding. Not minor, in my experience, but definitely short in length. A Husky having friend smirked,"Beej, what you need is a little thing called perspective," and ran his fingers through her hair, literally pulling up a small cat's worth. I shut my piehole.

eta: fixed for wonky link

Beej, I think the link needs fixing. The point, however, is perfect.

Signed, Used to Have a Husky