Sightings

Just a couple things I've seen.

1. This is Luke's rat tail. He is still thinking about picking out a name.

2. This rose was silent auction item at a local church. Read carefully, "(broken) pieces can be glued." How did two people bid on this?

Hot Sauce.

Aside from our crazy weeks, the weekends provide us the opportunity to work at a little slower pace and recharge our batteries.  Megan and Gizmo have recharging their batteries down to an art.

We were unable to find any Tabasco sauce when we first got here.  This made meals not nearly as enjoyable until we got a care package from Megan's parents with a super-sized bottle in it. 

Since we lack a T.V. and a coffee table, our version of "Dinner and a Movie" is a little unconventional.

After four weeks of grading, I have used half of the ink in this pen.  I have never used ink so fast in my life.

 Megan and Gizmo normally look on and laugh at my misfortune when I'm grading.  But at least they're cute when they do it.

Megan spends a lot of time at her desk pouring through legal texts, assembling outlines, writing papers, and watching the occasional FailBlog.org videos.  The desk is off limits to anything with a pulse except for Megan.  Occasionally I sit at it when Megan isn't looking.

Labor Day Weekend

The weekend did not start off good for me.  The bi-peds tricked me with loads of treats into taking a bath.  

I forgave them quickly though because they have been working really hard.  To reward them for all of their hard work, I decided to take them to Forest Park for a picnic!

The park is about four miles from where we live, so we drove there.  I lost the privilege of having my own rolled down window after I jumped out of the car on 136th ave. in July.  I don't mind though because now I cruise with my head over Luke's shoulder.

So many things to do at the park.

At the park, they had all the essentials: yogurt, tricuits & cheese, peaches, and pretzels & jalapeno mustard.

I tried to look as cute as possible in hopes that the bi-peds would give me some of their food.

It didn't work out. It appeared they were having a good time so I indulged them a little and took their picture (this is difficult without thumbs).

Haters Gonna Hate. Corgis Gonna Corg.

-Gizmo