Sunday, Puppy Sunday: my pups runneth over.

Don't remember where Praline was at this time, but most likely out killing a squirrel. She's been killing one a day(that I know of).

Peaceful Saturday Morning

Pups running about. Playing with perfume. Studying chemistry. Tea and incense and puppy dog tails. Happy sigh.

Aren't you happy that we don't have some white redneck hick in the White House?

Such a person would definitely inspire North Korea to, like, bomb the US mainland.

I'm so glad we can rest easy knowing that would never cross their minds now.

Poky dots!

True conversation from work yesterday:

Her: Humph. That's funny.
Myself: What's funny?
Her: This guy's name is Napoleon.
Myself: Ah.
Her: Wadn't that one of them English kings?
Myself: French, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. You haven't heard of him? He was all over the map.
Her: *nattering, not listening*

email from co-worker. Don't even try. It's a lost cause.


*snort*

Calculate the forumla mass of each compound given below.

Keep at least one decimal place in atomic masses from the periodic table.


Just kidding.
Chemistry = challenging but enjoyable. Some of it is baffling, but I feel just on the verge of getting a grip on it. I probably shouldn't say that, because: hubris.

It is amazing, though.

Thank goodness I'm in just this one class, though. Between work and school, I am plenty busy, and then some.

Went to bed early last night and woke up early. I felt annoyed that I could sleep two more hours until the alarm clock, but my body was defying me. Then I became aware of Mochi's muzzle warm against my bare shoulder. Her breath went in and out with soft little snuffling sighs. Chuy was curled up in the small of my back and Praline was pressed along my shin. I realized I was having a moment of perfect sweetness. I love my pups! They make every day a good one. :)

Long in the toofies.

What arsehole of a dentist told Biden those overly-long chiclet veneers were the way to go?

Ew.

"Would you sniff me? I'd sniff me."

That bastardized Buffalo Bill moment was brought to you by The Silence of the Lambs.

You're welcome.

Today is National Fragrance Day. I have been unable to determine which particular nation is celebrating fragrance, but I'm joining them. Today, I celebrate with this Exclusif from Chanel[Coromandel], a recent discovery:


I am nearing the dregs of a teeny sample I ordered online, but one day-- hopefully soon-- I shall have a full bottle and this perfume will be in permanent rotation among my all-time favorites.

Hot diggity. I smell gooooood! Firing up a pretty red dress to wear today, too. It's going to be something else!

I wish I had a garage!

I like the wine cellar garage door skin.

Paw prints

Just got a notice from the school of nursing to go have my fingerprints taken. Doesn't mean I'm in, I think, but it is a step closer. Yay!

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: cuteness con carne

wheee!

I love Hyacinth Bucket.

Gee thanks, .gubmint!

In a haze of post-osteotomy drugs/swelling/pain, I dragged myself and a passel of papers in to my usual tax preparer in late January. Okay, self, I sez, I should get a refund within 6 weeks or so, right? Right?

Well, one of the forms I had to file was for credit for all that college I paid for last year. Because my classes were divided between two different schools, I didn't qualify for tax-deferred loans that would have given me at least a sane interest rate(and possible deferred payment), but, needs must, yeah? It's all for the cause.

So I couldn't help noticing the chick in the veal cube next to mine at work got her tax rebate a few weeks ago, and a couple of weeks after she filed, and several weeks after I filed in the first place. I went by the tax preparer's office yesterday to axt them what was going on, and they said the .gub's software had a problem and didn't recognize all the info on the forms submitted and I should be getting a letter.

Letter came today: whoopsie! two lines appeared to be not filled in on the form, so I hied my furry white tail down to the tax preparer's office, where the nice man showed me that we'd already filled in those two lines. Turns out that the IRS forgot to notify their software people to add these lines in THEIR software. The tax preparers got it right, but the .gub's computers didn't recognize the information. This has been remedied and I've received the acknowledgement that they've received the full information now.

Here's the kicker: I should expect my refund in 6 to 8 weeks. From now. So, in other words, my refund this year will come 13 to 15 weeks AFTER I filed it. Somehow, I don't think they'd be as flexible on timing if I owed them an additional tax payment. This inconveniences me tremendously. I'm rather peeved.

Yay.

The lady with the screaming child has left the restaurant. She was the only thing louder than the child. I should have said the screaming child with the loud mother has left the restaurant.