June 4th - 6-13

My dog seems to be getting along better with her crate. Not as much hair outside and saliva inside when Tieraney gets home to let her out, and no more bloody snouts. We have broken her spirit! Fantastic! Crush that dog's soul!

To compensate, I'm playing with her more and taking her for more walks. For although my general feelings on dogs is that, you know, they're dogs, I still want to treat Gelert well. That's my thing, you know. Well, until there's pee on the carpet. All philosophies of life and love are tossed into the disposal when there's pee on the carpet.

Another check yesterday. Just shy of $150. This is for overpayment of a loan that was paid off by our closing costs. We'll be getting a few of these.

In other news, Tieraney tells me her coworkers now want to make their "girls' night out" a monthly event. Bullshit to that. If she gets a night a month away from the house, then we'd agree that I get one, too. We're fair that way. That kills two Friday or Saturday nights a month, leaving only two for us to actually do anything, you know, together. Opportunities are rare when you've got the kids and the debt, so no.

On the other hand, Tieraney tends to return from these things a little bit drunk (when she's not driving, of course), and that leads to the "let him do what he wants" lovin', so...

QB throws the ball out of bounds to avoid the sack.

Life's ball: 4th and 8 on their own 26.