Was I Saying Something?
If You're
Wondering Where I Have Been...
Oy. Monday: tired. Tuesday: tired with
lots of meetings. 4:30 Wednesday morning: DOG BARF! As usual, MacIntosh has
exquisite timing.
So we're
ramming around here like aimless ball bearings, running a bit on the late side
and waiting for the dog to actually eat his breakfast (poor darling is picking
at it - while he's not generally a chow hound, he usually manages to eat
everything in his bowl relatively expeditiously). This has thrown a monkey
wrench into our usual interlocking morning routine: not a precision display by
normal standards, but certainly a feat of engineering by sleepy,
half-caffeinated, early-morning Smith household
standards.
At least Toshie
managed to avoid barfing in a pair of suede shoes and my suitcase, both of which
were standing not inches from the first payload. You take the small blessings
you can get in this life.
Is
it Friday yet?
Posted: Wednesday - August 24, 2005 at 07:06 AM
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