P-C, I can check the episode again later tonight and give you the exact place to look to spot her.

Thanks!

I'm afraid other than running the dishes and a little baking, I have been completely unproductive. But I have very pretty fingernails in OPI's Gleek Out and I've rubbed foot lotion into my tired feet. I was productive enough yesterday, when I played hooky, that I feel no burning ambition to be productive today. Tomorrow, though, is another day and that will be kitchen and grocery day. Oh, and I'm watching the last 5 episodes of season 6 of Doctor Who and using up all the tissues in my box of Kleenex.

Bathroom is totally clean! Or as clean as it's going to get. And the pets are fed.

Ryan singing is adorable.

Today I've been to the acupuncturist, bought groceries, hit the nursery, gardened, and hung out on the front porch for most the afternoon with the cat. It's gorgeous here. We might get a thunderstorm tonight, but I love those.

I bought my niece's birthday present (a black and white polka dot dress and a cropped cardigan with a few discreet sequins), I have corned beef and cabbage in the oven (I've been brining since Tuesday, I am very excited), I should go to the store and get some swiss cheese so that I can make a corned beef and swiss sandwich with the leftovers tomorrow.

Vortex -that dress sounds adorable.

So does supper.

And it smells REALLY good. It needs to be done now.

I wigged and took Cagney to the hospital for a check up.

When we were walking this afternoon, he started to make this wheezy-coughing sound. My heart just sank...Please God, no illness! My next, less selfish thought was, "Holy cow, if he is not over the kennel cough, I could be infecting the whole neighborhood!

So, I called the place that took care of Bartleby in the end. They aren't a regular vet and don't do wellness checkups, but the Admin, who was so good to us went and asked the emergency room docs if they'd look at Cagney. They agreed.

When we got there, the Admin introduced me to the attending doc with "She lost her little guy recently, and it was BRUtal." I can't even express how validating and comforting that was.

Sadly, they had us wait in the same room where Bartleby died. Not my best memory. I spent a lot of time thinking about how much cleaner the room was today.

Anyway, the doc gave Cagney the once over and deemed him healthy. The cough is probably a Bulldog/exertion sort of thing...but his lungs are clear, his heart is murmur free, various other points of entry are clear and he does not have a characteristically 'long soft palate...which some Bulldogs have.

So. It wasn't exactly like taking a used car to the mechanic before you buy it, but that little exam did my heart a world of good.

And, have I mentioned what a playah this little dude is? He's have THREE rockin-rollin playdates today. Much mirth was spread and he's not even tired. One of us is going to have to get into better shape.

I think you both may have found your forever home. And I love the name "Cagney" both for Jimmy and Christine.

I've spent most of this morning resarching ways to assist Trayvon Martin's family and making phone calls to Florida and D.C.

That definitely counts. Did you find anything the average person could do?