In this morning's rush to get out of the house and to the lovely Diridon Station in time for the 8:15 train, I realized that I had no fucking idea where Andrea's keys were. Fine, you think, they're Andrea's keys, not yours. But, I say, the key to my desk is on them, where I now leave my heavy shitass laptop at night. So I needed to find them.

At 8:15 I found them, in my car (don't ask) and decided to drive in and take Rainie Roo, our beloved 13 month old basset terror (not terr*ier* but terror) with me. Armed with a baby gate and a bag of toys I arrived at work around 9:15.

Since then she has

• Taken me outside 4 times with no exciting potty action
• Eaten a ton of treats
• Whined incessantly (this is one of her greater charms)
• Jumped on my chair arm and tried to get the donutthensoupthensandwich that were on my desk
• Played hard with the 1+ year old pit bull/boxer mix who comes here
• Managed to turn off my hub, thereby disconnecting me from the dang old Internet and thus, from you, by beloved readers
• Slobbered all over my desk
• Stared intently at my whiteboard
• Laid down for about 30 seconds

All this and it's not even 2 pm yet.