So said Meg when I told her that her doppelganger was Dr. Phil.
Here are some musings from the past 24 hours:
Do they make adult diapers for dogs?
I guess it Depends...
Ruffles had a little 'accident' in the kitchen last night. I'm not sure if it's because she's old or if she's mad because I've been shoving pills down her gullet three times a day.
I hit the Alaska Coffee Roasters Co. two days ago. I don't mean 'I hit the coffee shop for a latte.' I mean I HIT THE COFFEE SHOP. The building. I hit the building with my truck. Needless to say it was slippery. No damage to building or vehicle.
I helped Ken with his Iditarod drop bags (bags that are sent out to the checkpoints containing food and supplies for the dogs and the mushers) by folding up 1,600 dog booties. It only took a few hours. I did it while I watched the first four episodes of Lost. Does anybody watch that show? I never got into it because we don't really have TV so I rented it on DVD. Anyway, what the hell is in the woods? A dinosaur? What is it? Wait. No, I don't want to know. Don't tell me. Ok. What is it? What's up with the polar bear. What did that girl do that was so bad?
I'm looking forward to the Quest, though I wish now that I had made arrangements to cover it from the start. This will be the first year in six that I haven't been at the start of the race. I hate not being on the trail.
Got an email from dear friend Trisha in Ghana. Things are going well for her and Graeme there. Oh. Except that Graeme may have accidentally given Trisha to a village chief as an offering. Oops. Check out their blog at www.whitehorsetowestafrica.blogspot.com
That's it for now. Dogs are good. Sam's good. I'm good. Frosty stinks.