Almost all fireguys are hot in my eyes.

I'm glad you called too Zen. Peace of mind is worth a little bit of trouble. As I was reading your posts, Istarted to feel a little panicky.

That's what the non-emergency number is for.

Quite frankly, there was a story arc on CSI last season (featuring Ann Margaret of all random former starlets) that totally freaked me out and made me very, very glad to not have an attic.

that I think it only fair to call about good things too.

Andi, this was exactly what I was thinking. There is precious little enough good stuff going around to miss an opportunity like that.

The wind is curazy outside my windows...banging the screens and such.

And it's so late, I really should be asleep. Why am I not?

I blame word bubbles and being keyed up all day.

It's off to the soothing heating pad and at least some daydreaming, if not actual dreaming for me. Night all.

Quite frankly, there was a story arc on CSI last season (featuring Ann Margaret of all random former starlets) that totally freaked me out and made me very, very glad to not have an attic.

Yeah, I remember. I was thinking about that, too! But my attic is an impenetrable fortress, unless you are wind.

were they hot?

Well, one of them could call me, if he wanted to.

I'm so glad to hear it worked out, zen!! Whew.

Bonny, I expect that the vet, groomer, and all staff that handle Brandy be animal lovers. Dude needs to go into another line of work. If my employees treated my customers that way they would be shown the door. Wow.

All my groomers have told me that dogs are particularly adverse to having their feet done, but they are particularly gentle because of this, not overly rough.

I'm all wound up now! And I know it has passed, but new to me since I just read it. That's what happens on catch up.

sj, sorry about the asshats. Also, much comfort and ~ma for your friends. How very sad.

Health ~ma for Aims and Hil.

Zenkitty, I was on the edge of my seat. I'm glad you called and that it was nothing rabid.

I am back in my office after an insane day of testing yesterday. The certification process started promptly at 9:30am and went on until 6pm. I was there with 8 of my development people including Brendon. It was grueling. But I think it went awesomely well. We have to retest on 2 elements, but that should take less than an hour. Exhausted.

I think it went awesomely well.

Pom poms, Yay!

Quite frankly, there was a story arc on CSI last season (featuring Ann Margaret of all random former starlets) that totally freaked me out and made me very, very glad to not have an attic.

the one with the guy in the freaky costume? Man, that CREEPED ME OUT. I did not sleep well that night. I'm sure that it will be back.

That's the one. There were so many elements of those episodes (I think there were two) that were geared for maximum creepificaton. Seriously, nothing on the Walking Dead or any such. It felt like the normal, soft-edged CSI crew had been replaced for a bit. Yeek.

Ah yes, the smeagol.

sj, that's horrible. I got an email from one of the developers this morning that he's taking PTO for the next couple of days because the Fetus his wife was carrying has died. His small consolation is that it wasn't later into the pregnancy and that she didn't have a still birth.

DJ, unless your pooch continues to be mouth-open after the desired activity, I'm going to guess that she is laughing.

A British study (which I can't find at the mo) recently detailed this behavior in a number of different breeds.

Holy crap, I didn't know they could do that! But yeah, it's usually while playing with Oz, her bone or being scritched.

My cousin called to tell me our cousin passed away this morning. Sad because he was one of our favorites- he had the double-wide with the pool room add on and the above ground pool. He smoked Harley Davidsons and drank Busch and once told me to drink moonshine cut with lime kool-aid.

However my cousin also told me the plans for his service which are so fitting I have to go. They're having a wake at the double-wide, throwing him in the back of the pick-up and then driving up the hill to bury him. Perfect.

However my cousin also told me the plans for his service which are so fitting I have to go. They're having a wake at the double-wide, throwing him in the back of the pick-up and then driving up the hill to bury him. Perfect.

Bless them.

Wow, this squeaky wheel is definitely being heard. I got that great email from the grooming shop owner, then an email from one of the sweetest employees and THEN a phone call from the one groomer I trust the most among them.

I suspect that the owner stormed in and shared her prickly side to use my experience as an object lesson. It's too bad that the otherwise cordial staff had to get smacked because of Army Guy's behavior...but, there you go.