There's not much going on worth writing about, but I guess that hasn't stopped me in the past!
1. My pointy-haired boss finally relented and allowed me to enroll in morning language classes. I've always thought the best job in the world would be one where they pay you to learn a foreign language. Okay, so I have to do other stuff to earn my pay too, but for one hour a day from February through June I'll be learning French! I'm hoping what I learned as a child is buried in the recesses of my mind and these classes will bring it back to the surface. Two other colleagues and I have also formed a French practice group during lunch once a week.
2. Around midnight last night Zach woke me by saying "The police have surrounded our house." Actually, it was not our specific house they were surrounding, more like our corner of the subdivision. It looked like half of the Mo. Co. police department crashed a party, and dozens of 16-22 year old thugs were pouring into the street. That must have been some party! Now why weren't
we invited?!? Maybe because we were already asleep at midnight on a Friday.
3. We bought a new microwave to replace the one Zach got in college because the turntable started to sound like it was haunted. I already warned you there's not much going on around here.
4. I'm going to Princeton this weekend for a conference. At least I can cross New Jersey off my list. Only 19 more states to go! I really should make more of an effort if I'm going to make it to all 50 states. West Virginia has been only an hour away for the last three years. Maybe that's more a reflection on West Virginia than it is on me.
5. We bought dogs boots today. They just don't quite work as well as I thought they would. They don't fit right. And the dogs try not to put any weight on the boot-wearing feet. With one boot on, Homer tried to keep that leg as far from his body as possible and walk with his remaining three legs. I thought it would be just plain cruel to put the other 3 on. We're returning them tomorrow. I almost peed myself with laughter anyway, so it was worth the trip to Petsmart.
6. Stampy is studying to be a psychiatrist: