Picture it - Minicooper_S, Barrack Obama bumper sticker, Apple logo window cling, Starbuck's coffee logo painted above the bumper.
Feel the redacted.
Creativity - Iz haz itz.
Or at least the urge. Strong urge. Very strong urge.
Need to line up a bass guit-fiddle now that AFKS wants his back and get my writing shit arranged for that there big project I had planned. Also, finish up the damn room now that the weather has turned and I can no longer justify being outside all the time. Another summer gone in a flash. So sad.
Still need to work out that subdued lighting plan I was thinking about. Outside of that it's just a matter of getting back into the swing of gutting, cleaning, and organizing.
Three months later Zippy fired up his resolve and decided to go check on that printer problem Funhouse2 has been having since forever. At 8:20 the email went out stating he was heading there to fix this shit right up. By 8:22 he was back at his desk texting his wife. It takes forty minutes to get to Funhouse2, so I'm guessing, even with Zippytime in effect, he didn't go.
Fast-forward, he leaves around 9:00. Funhouse2 has not seen him yet. It's currently 10:49. Zippytime apparently failed him, and he got lost in the Zippyverse. It's kind of like hyperspace, only stupider.
And the boss is so far up a consultant's ass today that he can't be reached for comment. He doesn't seem to understand the concept that consultants are here to make money, not to get constant stroking from him. Whatever.
One of the puppies had an accident yesterday. Now, typically if they have to go and we aren't home it ends up in their litterbox, or at least around their litterbox which is all hard floors so it's no big deal to clean up and their intentions were good so nothing is said about it.
Their intentions were definitely NOT good this time. I had to get two shovels, a HUGE pile of towels, and lots of cleaner to get it cleaned off the carpet. There were many words said. I'm not sure how many of those words were understood, but there was some definite downcast, sad, sad looks from the dogs as I pointed to the pile, said no repeatedly, then pointed to the litterbox and said here. They knew.
Without knowledge of which one did the deed, the only recourse was punishment of none, or punishment of both. Both were scolded. Both had personal playtime removed. Joint playtime was still in effect so we didn't lose our minds with over-energetic puppy-dogs, but they both see personal playtime as their favorite, favorite, favorite activity, so it hit them pretty hard.
Then, this morning, while I was at work and Mrs. NFB was busy in the bathroom, someone peed in the same place as the poop was yesterday. This was while someone was home and they were left alone for only a few minutes.
Houston, we have a problem.
We're going to have to figure this one out soon. We love them dearly, but this is clearly unacceptable. It's only happened twice before in all the years we've had them once they were through the training stage, and they were isolated incidents. This right together shit is not good. Not good at all.
That's all for now. Outz.
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