So my dog has this friend...

A little black lab mix sneaks into my yard. That's right. Sneaks. As in, squeezes through the space where the back gate doesn't line up. Which is chained closed. He has massive squeezability. (I claim that it is a word.)
Anyway, they run around and play, but as soon as I come out, he slinks away, all nervous. No collar, and no tail. Very cute, and I want to just feed him and give h water and love and he shall be mine and I shall call him George and where was I again? Oh yeah, so I like that Duke has an occasional friend, I just wish I could do more for him.
I kinda wish I could mail him to my friend in New Orleans, since she wants a black lab...

Yay! A netbook!

Now that I can have regular access with a functional keyboard, I can write my musings more often.
For example:

Why is it that whenever my son has solid food and should by all rights be massively full, he tends to nurse like a bulimic on a binge?

So much to do, so little time...

I seriously never seem to have time to do things like blog, since there are so many other things I need to do, like read the over 165 blogs I have on my reader, the never-ending pile of World Domination-aspiring laundry, and of course, playing with the kids. ("Hold me momma! I'm too little...")
I think I need to give up on twitter, I can actually get stuff done if I don't check it until the kids are sleeping, but then I feel I've missed too much. Garg.
Seriously, how do people do it? Maybe I just follow too many people, but they are all so funny/interesting/friends/great people.