puppy

My puppy in a bag was nosing around at Olive Garden tonight in Maple Grove before we went to see the Glenn Beck simulcast.

A new Nashville blogger, the Red State Rumbler, comments on how a postcard picturing a puppy caused an uproar among the local Islamic population in one Scott

For Better

“Where’s Uncle Butcher?”

“He’s at a wedding.”

“Whose?”

“Remember the girl with the puppy we visited.  Her.”

“Who’s she getting married with?”

For Worse

An opinion on English First from outside the elite chattering classes:

If I lived in Nashville, I’d sign that puppy in a heartbeat! It SHOULD be our national language, but there are too many pandering to folks who seem to be too flippin’ lazy to learn the language and assimilate into society.

When you are a guest in our house, we try to make you as comfortable as possible. DH cleans; I cook.

Leo the puppy is a great little (heh) guy. I am so glad Katie and I decided to get him, and I think he’s going to be especially nice when he gets big enough to hang out in the house and go on trips with us.

I was up at 6:00 a.m. getting the daughter off to her last day of school.  Then I went back to bed for two hours and it was mahhvelous. 

I know what you’re thinking. “George Bush really didn’t have to give me this $300, $600 or $1200 check, but I’m sure glad he did. Now what should I spend it on?”