Ya-hoooooooooooo!

I'm now on Yahoo! Messenger. If any of you peeps want to rap, my username is gecko_45.

Yo.
- posted by Laura @ 5:36 PM

 
Alone but protected by The Beagle With The 'I Mean Business' Bark

Well, I'm on my own again. Calvin is out of town until Friday or (hope not) Saturday. Marie is working tonight. I have a teleconference that starts in 10 minutes and goes until 6:30.

So I'm sitting on the couch watching a documentary about JFK and going through my work e-mail, when Gypsy does her Gruff Bark, and Gadget starts flipping out, nails skittering across the floor as he tries to dart (and more like skids) to the front door. I have it open to the security screen door to let in the 70-degree weather.

It was quiet just moments before, then an echoing Gruff Bark (that made me jump, like, three feet straight up in the air), followed by another, and some growling, even. Which means that Gypsy Means Business. There's a reason why we ignore things if it's just Gadget that's barking. He barks at air. And flies. And the sound of his own breathing.

I get up off the couch and head to the front door, expecting to see someone standing there. But the only creature there is the across-the-street neighbor's very dog-eared cat. Who likes to poop in our yard. And apparently hasn't familiarized himself with the new screen door. And so bolted, mid-poop, when the dogs started up their ruckus.

Have you ever seen a cat try to run with poop hanging out of its butt? It's a funny, funny thing.

Good dogs.
- posted by Laura @ 4:56 PM

 
Insomnia

It's 1:40 in the a.m. I'm surfing the web, eating chocolate mint cookies and drinking milk, and flipping between Comedy Central and the election coverage.

Even in the wee small hours, I can multitask like a mutha.
- posted by Laura @ 1:40 AM