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beansideI had this great long post I was gonna put up yesterday, and then, we were batshit, and I wasn't able to do anything. The joys of pediatrics, I guess.
Today, we're quiet, and I don't remember a damned thing that I'd wanted to say.
I've been told that I don't post stories about the puppy anymore. Mostly, that's because he's insane. The dog's smarter than all of us combined, and I'm afraid. *nod* He's decided that he's Shelly and Mom's dog--not that he doesn't love the rest of us, but they're his. To give you an idea, Shelly's car died recently, so we're back to picking her up from work. She'll call when she's ready, and we'll go get her. Ky's realized that this is how it happens, so after about 8:30, if the phone rings and we answer it, he'll start crying because he wants to go get his mommy. He'll ride along in the car, and do a little cry/dance routine when she comes out. He's cute as anything, and has actually grown into a good, albeit spoiled dog. We can go out with him in the yard, and he'll listen when you tell him no, or to come, and generally, he's very sweet. Still damned food motivated, though.
Things have been a little rough lately, as Towson has switched Jess from Grad Assistant to Contingent, and in the process have neglected to pay her for the last six weeks. But it's all okay, since she starts her new job with Record and Tape Traders today. Hopefully, this will be a good job for her. With all the lifting and toting she'll be doing, she'll be all buff in no time at all.
Now, I shall go back to work.
Whoo. Work.
Today, we're quiet, and I don't remember a damned thing that I'd wanted to say.
I've been told that I don't post stories about the puppy anymore. Mostly, that's because he's insane. The dog's smarter than all of us combined, and I'm afraid. *nod* He's decided that he's Shelly and Mom's dog--not that he doesn't love the rest of us, but they're his. To give you an idea, Shelly's car died recently, so we're back to picking her up from work. She'll call when she's ready, and we'll go get her. Ky's realized that this is how it happens, so after about 8:30, if the phone rings and we answer it, he'll start crying because he wants to go get his mommy. He'll ride along in the car, and do a little cry/dance routine when she comes out. He's cute as anything, and has actually grown into a good, albeit spoiled dog. We can go out with him in the yard, and he'll listen when you tell him no, or to come, and generally, he's very sweet. Still damned food motivated, though.
Things have been a little rough lately, as Towson has switched Jess from Grad Assistant to Contingent, and in the process have neglected to pay her for the last six weeks. But it's all okay, since she starts her new job with Record and Tape Traders today. Hopefully, this will be a good job for her. With all the lifting and toting she'll be doing, she'll be all buff in no time at all.
Now, I shall go back to work.
Whoo. Work.
