One of my coworkers did something that resulted in breaking links on ~300 pages of the website I manage.
I'm working from home today, so I didn't have to give myself a hernia by holding in the resulting stream of profanity. Yay?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
One of my coworkers did something that resulted in breaking links on ~300 pages of the website I manage.
I'm working from home today, so I didn't have to give myself a hernia by holding in the resulting stream of profanity. Yay?
I am working.....IN MY PJs!!! I also found the dish organizer for my shelves, so while waiting for work people to get back to me earlier, I put up all my everyday dishes. YAY! That is one more big dishpack box done and gone.
I was hoping to pick up a playdate for mac at 11, but the mom is not answering her phone. Both of my parents are out of pocket today, so I need something for him if I am going to get all the work done I need to.
Also my salad will only be nicoise-ish because I don't think we have capers or nicoise olives (we have some oil cured greek olives) also just canned tuna in water. Not ideal but it will have to do!
Close enough! Tasty too. My recent go-to dinner salad has been spinach with tuna and a hard boiled egg cut up. I'm always trying to find ways to give JZ enough protein in her somewhat vegetarian diet and since she eats fish and eggs, that works.
It's gotten to the grab, cold, drab, foggy portion of a San Francisco summer in my neighborhood. (It's probably quite warm still in the Mission, downtown and North Beach.)
This afternoon I'll collect Emmett and I'll throw to him at the batting cage, and then we'll do a little more BP on the field where you can better see where the ball is going. After a month of mostly no baseball he's got a schedule starting Saturday where he'll be doing a double-header a day for about ten days. He does his own wood bat now so I'm hoping we get his swing fixed.
Then I think we'll swing by the good taco truck, and hit up Bi-Rite for ice cream.
Speaking of which, megan walker was not lying about Haaden Daazs 5 Lemon ice cream. Lordy, if you like anything lemon flavored you must buy and consume this. So creamy and delish.
Shameless kitty cuteness ganked from I Can Haz Cheezburger:
Tiger. Buster. Ginger. All popular cat names. How about some of the craziest cat names out there? According to Veterinary Pet Insurance, these are the top 10 wackiest cat names from the 485,000 cat names in their database:
1. Purr Diem
2. Bing Clawsby
3. Cleocatra
4. Admiral Pancake (I'd love to know the story on this one)
5. Optimus Pants
6. Chairman Meow
7. Boo Manchu
8. Watts in a Name
9. Chenoa Azure Marshmellow-Puff
10. Senor Nachos
Next to those names Zorro and Squeaky Fromme are as nothing.
hangs head in name shame
It's gotten to the grab, cold, drab, foggy portion of a San Francisco summer in my neighborhood. (It's probably quite warm still in the Mission, downtown and North Beach.)
Not so much. (I love it.)
Speaking of which, megan walker was not lying about Haagen Dazs 5 Lemon ice cream. Lordy, if you like anything lemon flavored you must buy and consume this. So creamy and delish.
As my aunt likes to say, I'm not always right, but I'm rarely wrong.
I have always wanted to name a cat Chairman Meow, but none of mine have ever seemed like that was their name.
I did have a friend who named her dog Virginia Woof.
I think Teppy needs this T-shirt: [link]
Well, boo. It's sold out.
Chenoa Azure Marshmellow-Puff
That's a mouthful! "Toke" is much easier.
And speaking of cats (note the graceful segue), I have one on my lap since I am home with a migraine that I think is actually a herd of miniature elephants trying to kick their way out of my skull. AWESOME.
If we get another girl dog, I'd like to name her Kitty, I think.
I always wanted a cat named Bix Beiderbecke. Then I met the cat next door to me, named Oreo, and I soon realized that his true name was Bix Beiderbecke. His owner was very ill and they would often forget to let their cats in, so they would scratch at my window. Bix would come in, sleep and then get me to let him out at dawn. Pico didn't mind him in slightest, but wouldn't let his brother, Gary, in the house.
When his owner died, I wanted to adopt him, but I was waiting a suitable amount of time to ask, but he got adopted in the meantime. I often wonder what happened to him.