I'm sorry about your doggie (Fred? am I hallucinating that name?) He was a good old dog.

Stupid airline sent me home on the shuttle. Apparently they get lazy and cancel their flights "because of weather" (which is what they told mr. flea - clear skies) or "because of a mechanical failure" (what they told me) and just pay for the shuttle (which costs twice as much.)

Stupid husband heard "pick me up at the Holiday Inn" and went to the Holiday Inn Express so after 10 minutes I deduced this was the problem, went into the Holiday Inn, and called the Holiday Inn Express to ask their lobby guy is there was a tall dude with two kids hanging around waiting for somebody.

As soon as I walked out of the airport my phone started working again. Weird.

Yikes, Cash.

I'm stressy and gaslighty and I just need to chill. And my butt muscles are sore from the 8 miles this weekend, I think.

Oh man, Cashmere -- I hope they fix her up quickly.

And I'm glad you made it home, flea!

Did other people know Zachary Levi sings? [link]

That's crappy of them, flea.

Is that a country song, Jesse? I think I am unable to distinguish lite pop and lite country.

Cash, vibing for your mom.

Flea, that just sucks. But it sounds like you made it OK?

ION, my cat STILL is playing with the crocheted mitten thumb. This is so weird, because she is not so much a playing type cat. She mostly sits, sleeps, and lays on top of me, occasionally kneading. But she is throwing the thumb in the air, and then chasing and jumping! But when I try to throw he thumb, she is not interested.

MK and Loki have a knitted mouse that is like crack. Speaking of Loki, he just gave me a major scare. I couldn't find him in the house. I checked all the rooms, called him repeatedly, nada. Checked the basement. No Loki (and if he wasn't in the basement, usually the sound of that door opening summons him.) I climbed over to Anna's deck, in the rain. I walked up and down the block in the rain, calling for him.

I come back in and he's sitting next to the front door, blinking at me sleepily. No idea where he was.

Where did you go, Loki!?!?

This review of Welcome Back Kotter on Hulu is cracking me up:

So predictable at points, it makes me sick. John Travolta doesn't help either. I can't stand him. Grease is supposed to be this, "great", classic, but I've never seen it, and I won't, because of, John Travolta. He isn't cool. He just acts cool, and it's so obvious. A cool person, with a cool character can pull it off, if they're cool in real life. John Travolta isn't. The teacher doesn't help the show, either. It's rediculous. The only thing I like about the show is the one guy. He's pretty cute.

That one guy? Who isn't Kotter or barbarino? Does he/she mean Horshack?

IN THE GIANT FAN!!! Mwahahaha.

I need to get to bed.

no word on the counteroffer yet. oh please oh please oh please.

and tomorrow I have to be brave little worker and professional and ask my boss for what I need and NOT start crying. I am wearing my brand new brown dress of awesome super powers and my sassy Fluevogs of strength for that extra bit of help.

I've decided, Loki has an invisibility cloak hidden somewhere. He's done this too many times.