Oh sweet blessed lord, my parents are coming back early. As much as I love the puppy, I love the idea of sleeping in my own bed tonight even more.

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I am glad some scumbag convinced my parents they needed a wireless router for their DSL despite owning a single desktop computer adjacent to the phone jack. It just might make this weekend redeemable.

Now, if only the puppy would stop looking expectantly out the window for my mother and claiming to need a walk.

• Just when I thought things were going smoothly, our project manager's mother had a heart attack. She--the project manager, not the mother--is the individual most directly responsible for scheduling meetings, keeping order and working out dates for the higher ups. This, of course, happened less than twelve hours before today's all-day Sprint ( Read more... )

This morning I dreamed that I was asked by presidential hopeful John Edwards to warm a crowd up by portraying him in his youth (in my dreams I am perpetually sixteen). I did my best impression of his southern twang but for some reason my throat seized up and I could barely manage a whisper. Even without the accent, my extemporaneous introduction ( Read more... )

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Quote from my mother's latest email:

We got a third place ribbon for one of the three events we took part in. Chloe leaped off the teeter in one event and she stopped and ate horse poop in the other event, eliminating us!

As I trudge through past LJ entries updating tags, I cannot resist the urge to comment on the absurdity of comparing the apparent perceptions of the humorless assholes who hampered my mother's early attempts at dog adoption with the reality that is the puppy's life ( Read more... )

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