I know someone interested in becoming a law-enforcement official of some sort. The idea of that person with more power than the average dude just scares the bejesus out of me.
If I was prone to believe such things I’d think it’s another sign from the universe that it’s time to move out of Minnesota to somewhere else entirely. So we’re off to Portland in 2 weeks to see if it’s a possibility. The hubby wants to move someplace with little to no snow…I refuse to move anywhere the road melts underneath my car. This leaves us very few options in the US, actually. I’m working on Ireland, but I think Carlee would freak out if we moved that far away.
My psycho dog has managed to give himself a yeast infection between his TOES. That’s right, athlete’s foot can apparently be given by too-vigorous foot-licking. Needless to say I’ve kept Thor away from MY toes ever since. Ishy.
My MIL is moving out in T-30 days. If I could figure out how to put a countdown on this blog I’d do so…30 days until I get my office and some little shred of my brainpan back. Until then it’s picking up kleenex and closing the garage door as usual. *sigh*