Oz update: Am dying of cute. Dog is lying on notepad on top of desk with his head dangling off the edge-passed out.
Earlier he wigged over coworkers Furby.
And now he just looked up at me and sighed. Even he knows the day should be over.
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Oz update: Am dying of cute. Dog is lying on notepad on top of desk with his head dangling off the edge-passed out.
Earlier he wigged over coworkers Furby.
And now he just looked up at me and sighed. Even he knows the day should be over.
Susan, as we deal with my father-in-law's probably lung cancer (we'll know more today) and a scare with my mother (now looking less likely to be a cancer comeback tour, but again, we'll know more today), I've been diving deep into the comfortable world of really trashy (REALLY trashy) Dark Angel fic. So at least you're doing something productive!
It's weird, because I'm suddenly giddy about where this story is going. Or has potential to go, because right now it's a mess. You can so tell I'm new to the world of plot-heavy stories, not to mention relationship arcs that do not involve the main characters falling naked into each other's arms at the 2/3 mark. (Though one of my CPs intends to take care of that aspect. I'm not even published and I already have a slash fandom, whee!) But I'm in the middle of a much-needed continuity read of the ~250 pages I've written so far, and I'm actually enjoying my own story despite cringing over dropped plot threads and continuity errors.
The dog turns out to be a hell of a digger, which is quite a feat in my tree-root-infested yard. I'm thinking of turning over my landscaping to him, and just planting things in the holes he digs.
Rent him out as a rototiller. He should pay his way somehow.
I'm thinking of turning over my landscaping to him, and just planting things in the holes he digs.
I would totally let Oz do this. If he dug in the yard and not...you know the couch.
Rent him out as a rototiller.
If I could direct this in any way, it would be great. Maybe I could poke a piece of meat into the ground.
FedEx has been swearing all day that the new computer will be here by 3:00 today. Dude's got ten minutes left.
FedEx is now LATE.
Don't they UNDERSTAND?
In Crime Makes You Stupid news, police just arrested a guy who took a cab from his house to a bank, asked the driver to wait, held up the bank and got back in the cab. Witnesses noted the name of the cab company, and the company told the police where they picked him up. The news anchor said, "Witnesses say he threw crack cocaine out of the window when the police came, which may explain his poor decision making."
Heh. We had a guy on the news this morning filled out a job application while--um, waiting? I guess?--to rob the gas station.