Oh, Kat, msbelle. I am so, so sorry today is so frustrating.

calm-ma to you.

(Note: reasons I am not a parent)

amen.

Woohoo, I have a second monitor. I can be so much more productive now! Shiny monitor real estate everywhere.

Husband's interview went pretty well. He'll find out next week if he makes it on to the next round.

Oh msbelle. I am so sorry. I wish that he was making better choices. Poor you.

Oh, mac.

{{msbelle}}

I'm going to be gray for a while. we are going electronics free most of the weekend. I will be on later at night and occasionally via Blackberry which I have with me at all times. not much email access.

sorry msbelle

Whoo. I just met a bunch of neighbors because someone's 2 Great Danes got out of their yard and decided to hang out in my next door neighbors' yard.

I should note that the dog owners aren't home.

I texted The Boy, and he said he thought the dogs lived on a side street that's just one house down from us (on the other side of that house, I mean). So a neighbor and I tried to herd the dogs that way by walking over there and making encouraging noises.

(At this point, the dogs seemed amiable, but we didn't know for sure if they were totally friendly, and even if they were friendly, if a Great Dane lunges for you to jump up in a friendly way, you can still get hurt or at least scratched to hell and back.)

So when we got to the side street, the Great Danes started trotting with purpose towards one house. With a backyard gate wide open. They headed that way, walked into the yard, and then turned around and came back out. So I moved towards them to herd them back, and one of the dogs, perhaps sensing that I was going to trespass, made a jaws-of-fury lunge towards me.

I don't know what possessed me, but I just stuck my arm out and made a fist and then yelled "NO!" like some kind of demon. The dog stopped dead in his tracks and went back to his yard.

I figured if I ran he might chase me, and I certainly wasn't going to try to hit him, so I figured I should just look as authoritarian as possible. The outstretched arm was to protect my torso, and the fist was so I didn't get a finger bitten off.

Even though the dogs' humans weren't back, they seemed like they were staying in their yard, so I came back home. Crazy times in the nabe, man. Crazy times.

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a British actress who worked on the director’s 1986 film Pirates has come forward to accuse him of sexually abusing her when she was 16. Earlier today, Charlotte Lewis held a press conference with her attorney, the ubiquitous Gloria Allred, and made the charges public, saying Polanski had “forced himself upon” her in his apartment in Paris and abused her “in the worst possible way.”

What are people doing this weekend?