My boss just sent me home and told me not to come into work tomorrow. Win.

Feel better, amyth! Sorry you're sickly.

I have consumed an apple and am now eating cashews & cranberries to tide me over until I can leave work and go get a salad at the sushi place. It's good to have a plan.

I kind of want to go to an event with Neil DeGrasse Tyson and hold up a big sign that says I AM OKAY WITH PLUTO BEING A DWARF PLANET

Me too! I mean, it's not a planet. Taking away the name, I could see people being sad, but we just accurately reclassified it. One less planet for kids to memorize now.

Allyson, it's going to be oaky. But I'd have melted down too. You still took care of stuff after. That's the part to focus on, the dealing.

Thanks, Kate. I'm home now, and will feel better soon. I'm sorry YOU aren't feeling well! For, you know, months.

I'm sorry YOU aren't feeling well! For, you know, months.

Thanks, lady. At least I get to spend most of my non-work time napping, so... that part's not so bad?

One less planet for kids to memorize now.

If I have already memorized something, it should stay the same, because it is all about me.

Note to science: Do not change the cranial nerves.

Feel better, amyth!

Does it involve caffeine, Jesse?

Apparently there will be coffee. I don't think that's enough, somehow.

Someone please tell me not to try out for my school's production of Gypsy. PLEASE??? I do not have the time for it if I do make it, and there's only one part I'd want, anyway.

Go ahead, guess which one.

How to Make a Tin Foil Hat for a Dog

Clovis would like me to point out that the Evil Bunny Alliance never aims the mind control satellites at dogs. And that tinfoil hats don't work against EBA tech, anyway.

How to Make a Tin Foil Hat for a Dog

I am quite certain that, if she weren't afraid of tinfoil, and hats, and probably of making things, Darby would be all over that.

Ugh. I flea-dipped the dog, and pulled about a zillion fleas off with the flea comb. He's drying now, and I will put the flea goo on him, and he's in purdah until we can get the house done.

I think we're going to have to put him and Greer in the kitchen tonight, and keep Cosmo upstairs to let the salt, borax, lavender and mint set up tonight.

I sprayed Cosmo with this natural flea repellent. It certainly smelled better than the big sray D used (on furniture, not pets) last week, but it smells like hippie death now. And She sneezed out an incredible amount of snot. DID NOT LIKE.

I'm gonna have to get out the glove for Gimlet, and maybe I'll lay a towel around her head while I spray her.

Flea killing SUCKS. But poor Arthur was just encrusted.