Talking to my mom on the phone last night, when it occurs to me that Gelert, who usually sits by the patio door when she's been outside for a while, isn't by the patio door. I go outside, and Gelert's got her face buried behind the air conditioner. My first thought is that she found and caught big old toad, but when I got closer, I can see what appears to be a dead mole. I pull her away, and she reaches down to pick up what appears to be a second dead mole. But no, it's a rabbit. A very, very young rabbit. I get her to drop it and put her inside, then turn around to witness the carnage. For one reason or another, a group of rabbits trapped themselves under my air conditioner. Gelert found them, and that was that. Three dead bunnies, all at the jaws of my dog. I threw them in a bag to take them to the trash, and on the way out front, there was mom. Mom looked at me as if this was somehow my fault. All I'm thinking is, "Dude, you're the one who trapped your kids in a corner then left them there. Survival of the fittest, you know. And anyway, I'm sure you'll have more."
Still felt bad, though. Has Gelert no remorse? No shame?
Beyond that, I spent six hours at work yesterday putting a page title on a website. That's not a joke. Six hours to do a page title. Had to mess around with a bunch of code I didn't understand to bypass the e-commerce system's defaults. Did it, though. Because I'm a man.
What looks to be a decent gain is batted down at the last second.
My ball: 3rd and 3 on my own 46.
You have a fantasy football draft date yet?
ReplyDeleteI've got a pre-season board. I'm gonna look to draft Labor Day weekend.
I'm sad about the rabbits; I'm sad about the tribute band. One of those is untrue.
Incomplete for me on my third and ten - I've got minor car and medical and condo issues, all small by themselves, all stacking up enough to force the punt.