Heeeeey yooouuuuuu guuuuuuuys. It is WAY too nice outside to be inside tippity-tapping on a computer. Especially when one (I) hasn’t worked in ages (a month). Here are my thighhhhhs. Squish squish!

Look at this poor spaz. He threw his back out skiing on Saturday (I suppose it was only a matter of time); was laid out all Sunday and then today had to call in sick to work and go to the chiropractor. He went once this morning, then agreed to go to the park with me and the rogs this afternoon before returning to the chiropractor again around 4. Apparently standing doesn’t hurt, but sitting in the car does. And you should see him getting in and out of the car. Poor little guy!

It was in the 80’s today–we had to go to Marymoor, of course. Wet dogs = happy dogs. Although Bear Cub attacked Maggie every single time she got out of the water in a way that was VERY unbecoming. Little brat.

“NOBODY LIKES THAT, BEAR CUB,” I told her (much to the amusement of the dog owners around us) but what did she do? Continue to snarl and snap at Maggie’s hind legs. Eh.

Sometimes I watch “My Strange Addiction”. This one was about furries. I’m sure it’s not funny and I would be horrified if my child was a furry but hearing this mother implore, “You can’t have fun without being in a fur head?” in her Midwestern accent to her daughter was hysterical to me. Josh read the Sagittarius profile to me in the car this afternoon–I disagree with a lot of it but one trademark is that we like to tease.

TOMORROW IS THE DRAG RACE FINALE I WANT JINKX TO WIN SO BAD but I have a feeling it’s going to be Alaska. Shhhhh. Hopefully my hunch is wrong, horribly wrong. I have predicted the last two winners though, for what it’s worth (not much).