Note to self:

A high of 60 degrees does not equal an all day temperature of 60 degrees. Why didn't you bring a jacket with you, you dummy?

A night with the girls

I had some of my buddies from the office over the other night. In case I haven't mentioned him before, my dog Arrow, gets a littl hyper when we have company.

In trying to pacify him, I was making him go through his routine of tricks, the latest being balancing on his hind legs with a biscuit perched on the end of his nose. He's supposed to hold that stance until I say "OK" at which point he whips his face around in a motion I've never been able to catch without the aid of slow motion, and catches the biscuit in hi mouth.

He did it. Beautifully. Except for the catching the biscuit part.

It broke in half and a piece flew back into my friend's face.

Yes...I wanted to die.

Mine all mine

I haven't really been enjoying my time alone while Andy's out of town. Oh don't get me wrong. Some things are nice. Like only doing half the laundry and keeping things tidy is a whole lot easier with just one person and a dog in the house. But for the most part I gotta say that it sucks.

Tonight, however, I'm ordering pizza. I started to put in our standard order and was just about to hit send (can I just mention how much I LOVE online pizza ordering?) when it hit me. Wait a dang minute! I don't WANT sausage and black olive pizza. I want...Hawaiian.

Now Andy will tell you that Hawaiian pizza is the most vile thing on the planet, that it's just not natural to have pineapple on pizza.

But you know what? He ain't here!