ita, there was a gag on the Simpsons recently with Ned taking graham crackers as a sleep aid, it made me think of you.

Wow, -t. I hope they got the dog. What an adventure. Kinda a new take on "the dog ate my homework" for getting out of work.

CJ's fire ride along shift included a 7 year old soccer player who was kneed in the back of the head, a 64 year old who popped his hip out of joint while putting on his boots, and a fire call at the library which turned out to be a false alarm (thankfully...the books!!!).

I hope the cops got the dog and all is well, -t. Poor scared doggie.

I saw a black cat sitting on the steep side of a mountain beside the interstate outside Waynesboro VA, staring at the traffic. With the divided highway and the mountain, by the time I could circle around and get back to where he'd been, he was gone. I hope he got to wherever he was going safely.

A dog ate my ride? -t, that's gonna take some chutzpah.

Eh, this is the job I already quit so I'm taking the "unexcused absence" hit. They are missing out on quite a story, though.

I didn't see stopped traffic on the way home, so the situation was resolved somehow. And now that I think about it, there were two more cars with flashers (I didn't notice if they were CHP or Sheriff or Vallejo police, but some kind of of official) on the shoulder behind me when I was stopped, so they should have had more help if teh dog kept heading that way. I'm going to assume everyone came out of it okay because that makes me feel better and I can't find anything about the incident on the internet.

Poor dog!

I'm all sad that the Welsh sheepherding thing is all (or some?) CGI. I'd been passing that link around for a couple of years!

Today I walked the dog and did my folks' taxes and went for a bike ride and did some laundry and made a pot of chicken & lentils with garam masala. (It was supposed to take 1.5 hours, ended up more like 3 because the lentils took so long to cook.) But now I have a couple of meals for the week.

Unfortunately, I can't roast the beets I bought last weekend becuase my oven won't work. And I just had it fixed a couple of months ago! Sigh.

DAMN IT! I was trying to pit an avocado and stabbed myself in the left palm. I don't think there's any nerve damage, but that fucker went in deep.

Oops. I did the same thing to myself in grad school, but with a super sharp paring knife. Thankfully I was living on campus a short walk to the health care center so I was able to stumble over for 5 stitches without having to worry about driving. Unfortunately for my roomates, I did not have a chance to clean up the kitchen before seeking medical attention. They say puncture wounds don't bleed as much...but my hand sure did. Then EVERYONE taught me the "whack gently with the long part of the blade and never stab pointy end first" trick. Shocked that 20 some years of loving avocadoes neither of parents taught me to pit an avocado without endangering myself.

Also, I want to live in Buffista Castle. I would also happily live in the Gothic Charm School Castle, I even have two black cats to add to the decor.

You have two awesome black cats, erin. They would be a fine addition to the Buffista Castle.

I've actually cut myself with the "thwack the avocado, not stabbity stab" method but not as often or as bad. I've also stabbed myself with shrimp. Twice.

Here's another reason my nurse is not a good fit--being at home means I can use my own band aids, but THAT'S NOT "ERNIE OR BERT!" That's Gonzo. Ernie and Bert aren't on the Muppet Show. Fundamentally we are disconnected.

Okay, that is not okay.

My food-related injuries have all been by bagel. Still have the scar of one of them and a little dip under the skin where the knife tip lifted the muscle from the bone and it never completely grew back. That was the one I thought I'd bleed out before I could get it stopped.

Perhaps bagels is why my body decided not to process wheat anymore.

Buffista in-house piles are indeed a lovely thing, and it has been too long.

Glad your bags arrived, Dana.

A good friend rescued a dog running around in traffic when it ran under her car at a stoplight. She hauled her out, stuck her in the car, and the dog was with her the next 18 years. She drove a lot for her job, and the dog rode with her most of the time. Sheltie-cocker cross, they suspected. She looked like a classic Border Collie, but was way too laid back to be one.