Thoughts from today:

I'm either going to helmet or leash Al. Adam suggests helmet, since she'd eat the leash.

I am going to make Jenna a weeble-bottomed suit.

I had to call Animal Control to come have a talk with our neighbor about their walking potato of a dog and his affinty for being in our garage, peeing. When he's not crapping in our yard. Or sitting in the road or our driveway. When he's not peeing on my flowers (six dead so far this year).

Either Allison's been mastrubating, or we really need to vacuum under the table (hairy palms).

Off to change her. Again. Green beans in, green beans out.