Monday, August 22, 2005

Life on a chain

1. I didn't leave the house all weekend, by choice. This means my coworkers will have to put up with me talking in a squeaky, high-pitched voice all day. Wittle guy wants his text proofs in pre-vend form, oh yes he does. YES HE DOES! Good boy. Gooood boy.

2. As my father-in-law pointed out, my dog looks like the real-life Santa's Little Helper.

UPDATE: I forgot. Santa's Little Helper? Until last night was afraid of hardwood floors. I find this kind of charming, actually.

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