Amy, did you get our tickets yet??

Evidently, the aforementioned issues about my dogs being here at work stem from a long time feud between the schmuck and the founders of my company, a spinoff of the parent company who we're lucky enough to continue to share space with. Glad I could make his day by adding fuel to the feud.

So we totally forgot about the implications of the carpet cleaner, meaning that nobody, especially not the dogs, can walk on it today. I figured okay, I'll take them with me to work.

But there's always a shmuck and today I finally met that man. Not only did said shmuck tell me that there's a no dogs policy here but he went on to say that some people had religious objections to them. No, I'm not kidding. He then went on to voice his concerns to our General Manager, who was then obligated to come and talk to me.

I hear that in the early days of our parent company, dogs were everywhere, but not small mellow dogs like mine but big, leash-free dogs who ran rampant and pooped at will. Those dogs always fuck it up for the good dogs.

We will sleep in our new house tonight.

It's about time.

The schmucks at Bank One who hold our mortgage got our address wrong so who knows where the payment coupons they sent are. The chippie I talked to wouldn't let me change my address and rattled off the account number so fast that I said "how fast do you think I can write?"

Ugh. Shmucks!

Today, I'm missing Ellie Mc Belly more than ever. Probably because our house is now almost empty. Since we had such a short time together, we don't have a lifetime of memories with her, and the ones we do have happened in that house. But we're also leaving behind images of her being so sick she couldn't stand up and in so much pain touching her made her yelp. Her ashes and some overnight stuff are all that's left in the house, they'll go over last.

I admit it. I finally had the bout of buyer's remorse that everyone said I'd have. Until now, I'd boldly assured them that no, I was perfectly happy with our new house but two nights ago, it hit me. What the hell are we doing buying something so small (I know, it's really as much house as we could afford) , so old (it's still a lot nicer than some of those condos we bid on) and so expensive (it's actually cheaper than rent) but Andrea nicely summed it all up for me. So now I feel better, ready to move in and be done with the whole nasty ass world of renting.

The movers are actually at our house, loading our belongings into a truck. This always goes much more quickly than I think it will, our whole lives trucked away in a matter of hours. Because the floors aren't totally dry, our stuff will be in the kitchen and garage until at least tomorrow, but we're going to be out of our Rental Unit, so woo hoo!

Zeus hearalded the arrival of the movers by launching out the door. Good thing Andrea has quick reflexes or our move would have been stopped while we looked for him. So he's here at work with me, this time in a crate. Alice is here too, being her usual well-behaved self.

I was totally stressing about how to fill out my W-4 so I got the most possible money back, now that I'm a mortgage-paying homeowner. But fret not! The IRS has a Form W-4 (2000) Withholding Allowance Calculator that rules.

Here's exactly what Monkey Boy Bush needs: The Presidential Palm Helper! Thanks Anne!

Forget what I said about the rain. It's now raining so Andrea has directed the movers to move our crap into the garage. Ugh.

Too funny: Letter 'W' missing from White House keyboards.

I just bought some fabulous new hockey skates and am more excited than I care to admit. When I bought my current pair, I didn't really know what to get and while the instructor at my very first class was telling us how they should fit, I was too busy trying not to throw up to hear what he was saying. As my stuff broke in, I realized quickly that my original skates were in fact too big. But not anymore since these fabulous beauties are on their way!!!

We're almost packed, I think 2 more boxes should take care of it. Good thing since the movers are coming tomorrow. The sun is starting to peek out, and in good time, since the hardwood stain won't dry if it's raining.

I just can't stop saying Modern Conveniences.

It was a big weekend. The fabulous Gary and his team of merry hardwood refinishers worked like fiends and we now have some lovely floors.

We also hired a plumber to install a gas line so we can get the first of our Modern Conveniences, the dryer running. The guy was none other than Titus. He talked to himself (loudly) and sported heavy-duty overalls and the complimentary tight knit cap. He cracked me up to no end and also installed our Modern Conveniences. Thanks, Rod, aka Titus!