Matt had lots of plans for today - an d a tiny bit of work. I think his work just followed Owen's example.

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ick. Poor owen. Poor you! I things like that, that tell me I don't know if I could handle being a parent. Very strong admiration for all the 'rents out there. Keep up the good work.

OK, I swear, I'm heading to the shower. I will go to work. Promise. No, really. I swear

:: looks for motivation ::

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pssst motivation hides under the covers or on the comfy couch

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Ok, so I'm writing a letter to the U.S. Department of the Treasury, Bureau of Engraving. A coworker gave me a very small fragment of a twenty dollar bill that her dog had eaten most of. I'd told her she might be able to get them to exchange it, so she gave it to me, and said we could split it if they actually sent me anything from it. The fragment may not be enough, and they may not buy the story (unless their experts are well versed in the effects of animal-eaten dollars). But I figure, the most I can lose is the stamp to mail it to them, right?

How's this?

My friend's dog likes to chew paper. I was not aware of that until she showed me this fragment of a twenty dollar bill. It was sitting on the floor. There were no other fragments left. Perhaps it goes without saying that I did not want to wait for any possible remnants to work their way through the dog's digestive system. I know there is not much left to work with, and it would be perfectly understandable if you are unable to exchange it.

Thanking you in advance for your time and effort in this matter, sincerely....

Or is it a lost cause?

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Omnis, Frisco is not a kitten--he's Stephanie's new baby son who apparently does purr.

t not here, writing comments

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Poor omnis. Your brain, we eats it.

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Poor O. Poor Cashmere. I hope it's a 24 hour thing that only lasts 12 because he's young and bounces back quickly.

My DH and I put the dog in day care and spent the day unpacking some of the boxes we still had from our move. We got about 18 unpacked, put the stuff away, broke down the boxes and then I gave DH a haircut and now we're showering, picking up the puppy and heading to bonny's talk at the dog store.

We just need to figure out dinner.

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I need to grade midterms. Also need to figure out what to do about a student who, after every single quiz and test, emails me to tell me that he knows he didn't do too well on it, and wants to know if there's any way he can do some extra credit work to make up for it.

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does anyone else find it ironic that meara took the bus to the DMV?

Hah! It's the downtown DMV, who wants to try to find parking there??

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Poor O. Poor Cashmere. I hope it's a 24 hour thing that only lasts 12 because he's young and bounces back quickly.

Oh, this! Poor things! Hugs to Cashmere and Owen and everyone else dealing with teh sick.

Hil, I feel your pain on both counts. I'm 37 into 61 narrative comments, so I'm making progress, but I am so unmotivated to write any more. In terms of the student, that drives me batty. I just tell my kids that I don't offer extra credit because I want them to focus on the actual work and be sure their grade is authentic. Doesn't always go over well, but there ya go.

Okay, I need to get back to work. I did the first five comments today in Panera, but I think I need to give up my booth to one of the people giving me dirty looks. I have been here a couple of hours and am bogarting a small booth with an outlet. I've given similar dirty looks to my type before.

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