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I saw Casanova, and my favorite line of the whole movie (my approximate memory, anyway):

"I shudder to think of the level of depravity to which they have sunk if there is BACON involved."

I found this on Monster, while researching my vet prospects:

Job Description:

Must be able to train a mouse to dance.

After 1 month a mouse needs to have learned how to dance. It is expected that no cruel or abusive treatment will be used in the mouses training. After 2 months it is expected that the mouse will be able to twirl a minature hola hoop.

The right canidate will be compinsated depending on the mouses ability. You will need to take care of this mouse and treat it like a family member. This is the only way we can expect the mouse to adapt to our society.

OMG. I want a black iPod nano!!!

That was a heck of a storm. It woke me up, and Stella, who usually doesn't care about thunder, was up in my bed panting and shaking. Poor thing. It seemed to last longer than usual, perhaps because it was preventing me from going back to sleep. The fire department arrived on my street toward the end, but this morning I didn't see any downed trees or anything. Hopefully the noise didn't give someone a heart attack.

Yesterday, I spent the day rafting on the Penobscot river in Maine. We drove about an hour north of Bangor, 5.5 hours total, on Saturday, got up on Sunday, and spent the whole day on the river. The weather could not have been better, and I only got washed out of the boat once. I didn't get home last night until almost midnight, and the dogs required some attention before they'd let me sleep. Of course, rojagato took excellent care of the foster doggie, and Stella spent the night with my Nana, they just like to fuss. I'm sore and tired today, but it was totally worth it.

This came up on page 5 when I searched images.google.com for "father's day", looking for cheesy clip art for a card.

http://chalky.mysimpleexperience.com/archives/sally.rand.s.jpg

This is soooooooo not what I was expecting. Not exactly work-safe.

One of my neighbor's dogs got out its front door with no leash and came running toward Stella, who slammed me into a tree. As a result, I am covered in band-aids and unable to put real shoes on over my poor mangled toes. This sort of thing really shouldn't happen before I've had my coffee.

Happy adoption day to Stella, my lovely doggie :)

I turned off IP logging. Not that I've ever looked at it anyway. So go ahead, spill it (anonymously)!