I am not a fan of Mondays.

As I told John this morning, weekends should be four days long. I could really get into working three 12 hour days and then having four days off.

Or even better, work one 12 hour day, have a day off, work one 12 hour day, have a day off, work one 12 hour day, have two days off. That would be perfect.

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Looks like The Dog may not require surgery after all.

The vet took a look at him this mronign and said that while he definitely did something to his leg, it's not a torn ligament. His best guess is it could be a pulled or possibly torn muscle and the treatment for that is ten days worth of anti-inflammatory drugs.

In everyones opinion, including The Dog, taking pills for ten days is way better than going through surgery.

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These links may entertain and enlighten you.

Or not:

• Key phrase in this story: "My dress came off and my boobs fell out. It happens."



• I guess the hockey lock-out is over with.



• I'm confused. Why the panic? Why the injuries? It's an escalator that went from going up to going down. It's not like it burst into flames or sped up to 150 miles per hour.