WTF???

Gmail, this time you've gone too far.

I know, it's damned hard to read. Allow me: There's a hyperlink entitled "UnfaithfulWife", to a website called "marriedbutplaying".

Fuck THAT.

And for the record, that was NOT inspired by the contents of my Inbox.

Harrumph.

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That's My Woman

Evening.

We'd been in the office for a while.

Suzanne left the room; I have no idea for what purpose. Shortly, I heard her talking nonsense to Pixie... a not uncommon occurrence.

She returned to the office. "You left a scary movie on the TV in there. Pixie was all curled up in a little ball* like she was scared...
so I turned it off."**

* also a not uncommon occurrence. See the picture?

** weese, please don't yell at me for leaving a TV on in an uninhabited room for a few short hours.

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Not A Bad Weekend

The leaves have been raked and bagged and, praise the little baby Jebus, there's still grass underneath.

There were nice payoffs for the effort.

The football was 3/4's excellent.

The food was phenomenal.

And the lapful of love was... perfect.

There can't ever be too many pics of our dogs, can there?

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Playoffs

W: I'm worried about this weekend's game.
S: Don't be. NO WAY are the Giants going to beat the 'Boys. They have too much talent.
W: Shit. Do you remember what Romo did at the end of last season?
S: What?
W: He choked like, like... like a Yankee.


*Thanks, Bent. I always LOVED that post. ;p

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