That darn cat!
Ugh... so, I'm still playing catch-up. I promise to write more in the blog later today about the trip to Michigan and I should have the rather uninspired entries from my paper diary scanned in sometime later this week. This morning was spent sizing and re-upping the pics from michigan and the latest faires(gig2 and salem). I also plan on making all these hundreds of images into an html gallery with thumbnails sometimes soon. More user-friendly. Ah, hrm, anyway.

Cleaned house a bit last night, doing the big 6-month scrubbing. About this time in the Kincaid house I was bitching at Ali for being a slob and to spite me (and show her utter laziness and lack of self-respect) she hired a maid to clean. Oh well. Justin and I aren't nearly as bad. Small matter of grossness, though... found this on the bedside table. It's a frog. Apparently Rupert chased it inside and either killed it or left it cowering to dehydrate under the bed. Justin picked it up and it scared the bejeezus out of me because I didn't know what it was. Ew.

While I'm glad for Rupert's affection, he's been a bit dumb recently. This morning he RAN INTO my bike as Justin and I were leaving. I'm lucky, another foot and he would have been UNDER my tire. As is, he just smacking into the spokes like it was a wall. Then he got all puffed up and embarrased. He seems to be OK. Sheesh.