Saw this sign walking with the dog the other day... I'm wondering if beveagers are teenage beavers? And, if they're alcoholics, are there Betty Ford Clinics that would let them in? Or is there a policy against drunk teenage rodents with marginal spelling skills?


It's been a weird, ugly week thus far. Progress at work is hard-fought, transitions are jarring and and there's a film of bad feeling hanging over everything.

I haven't made it to the gym in days. I'm sure that has something to do with my terrible attitude...I miss having a session to check in, and the lack of oversight means that my appetite gets me into trouble.

And my cat just totally kamikazed my elbow. Sneak attack! Aaaaauugghh! I think I'm bleeding.

I know, I know...times are tough all over. I should be thankful. I have a job, a good life...I should bitch less and give thanks more often.

So, to that end, I'm making some changes. I signed up for a 5k today. I've designated a mandatory hour tomorrow to be spent on finding Opera Happiness. (We may do nothing but surf the archives here and here, but it'll sure make us happy!) I'm watching Blue Planet and imagining what an awesome evening it'll be with live music on HD screens on the lawn.

I'm in negativity detox.

With my beveager peeps.

My five:
  1. The Blue Planet photographer's cute Scottish accent.
  2. Oceanic photography & cinematography...gotta be two of the coolest jobs ever.
  3. Clean laundry.
  4. Sleepy kitty.
  5. Daydreaming.


Anonymous said…
HA! Thanks for the laugh. You totally need to post that on failblog!
rahree said…
Anytime, friend! :) Loving the new blog, btw - beautifully done!

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