Excuse me, but your dog is too fat.

Well, I'm not in the mood to blog serious stuff today.  It was my last day at work, and I even 409'd the cubicle.  (the extra special touches are why I make the big bucks, yo.)

I took home a box of accumulated stuff from my desk.  It included:

1.  a Harry Potter mousepad
2.  an apple from yesterday
3.  Fluffy, the 3-headed dog
4.  pinup girl daily planner
5.  lovely framed photo of boyfriend
6.  Saturday Morning Cartoons CD
7.  a clock radio that is set to mountain time

I gave my buddy, Regina, the happy perpetual motion guy.

Pickle is laying down on the floor by my feet.  Weird, I just looked down, like a double take, and he wasn't there, anymore.  His vet says he needs to lose weight, so he is not allowed to eat some things anymore.  Obviously his obesity has not affected his lightening dachsund speed and canine stealth.

I'm going to go record some backup vocals and do some comp tracks tonight.  So, I'm quite excited to get the vocals done for the record.  We'll do a quick mix and then I can use that to book some shows until the rest of the record is finished.

 
Any ideas for album titles?