Late for class/final and didn't study!

(Often in a subject I never took. "But I don't KNOW mideval German! I'm in my THIRTIES! I haven't lived in this state in twenty YEARS!")

Pill popping sleep junkies, jonesing for a wink.

I'm pretty sure Hec was facetious and mock-rebuking.

Yes, but given how I feel when I just don't get enough sleep through my own fault, I'm sure that it was not appreciated by those who aren't sleeping at all.

{{Ellie}} {{Stephanie}} {{vw}} {{people who need some more sleep}}

We had quite the weekend. On Friday, we left Sass with the dogsitter and headed to Dulles to pick up my sister and niece so we could all drive down to Williamsburg for a surprise 75th birthday party for my mother. About 10 minutes later, the dogsitter called to tell us that Sass had escaped and was missing, so the DH and I turned around to help try and find her.

End of the story first: Four hours later, we finally got her back. However, for four hours we walked the neighborhood (with lots of help) trying to get her to come to one of us. Hounds (I'm not sure if this is true with other dogs) don't come to you directly when they can't see you -- they instead try to cut you off, so every time you turn a corner, you basically keep the game afoot. We had a number of sightings and one heart-stopping report that she'd been hit by a car and run off into the woods. My DH finally got her back when he was sitting in the front yard of the dogsitter's house, and heard Sass in the back.

She's got some cuts & scrapes, but is otherwise okay. My sister and niece got on public transportation and made their way to our house. We rolled them out of bed at 6 a.m. (they're on CA time) the next morning, had breakfast, took Sass to the vet to be checked out, and headed to Williamsburg (about a 3 hour trip). We actually got to the party in time to surprise my mother, and the rest of the weekend worked out, despite the fact that we were all exhausted.

It's no fun to have pregnancy hormones and very upsetting things happen, let me tell you.

Oh, ugh, Sparky, that's miserable. And, okay, it's completely natural hound behavior, but I still want to shake a stern finger at Sass for flipping you out in the middle of a 9-month hormone storm (although, sadly, the Babyfras will probably do the exact same thing at least once before s/he turns 5, and it's even less fun with a tiny human than a dog).

Bad Sass. Bad weekend. You deserve a do-over.

Oh my god. A must-read: A Defense of Rush Against Intolerant Liberals

{{{Sparky}}} I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

There's new white stuff on the ground again. I'm so sick of this.

"My initial thought when I was half awake was, 'it's a lunatic ninja coming through the window'," he said. .

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... has no words

but is sure billytea will have something salient to say on the matter.

edited because I like the lunatic ninja quote best.

A man in Australia suffered scratched buttocks and shredded underpants wrestling with a kangaroo after it smashed through his bedroom window.

Meanwhile, approximately .00001% of people on the internet are now aroused....

I eavesdropped on some interesting conversations on the Metro yesterday. There was a hockey game and the train was packed with people headed there. Next to me were two teenaged girls talking hockey (also how cute Alex Ovechkin (sp?) was). In front of me two middle-aged men talking about cooking.

Oh my god. A must-read: A Defense of Rush Against Intolerant Liberals

He needs to work a Rick Astley clip into that.