sff_corgi_lj | They call them 'boxers' for a reason.

I have not been having the best of days, from some angles.

For instance: while doing an ice run over to my VFW post, D'Argo and I met an adorable 7-month-old boxer and his little 6-month-old Boston Terrier friend (complete with small cocoanut). The larger puppy, whose name I never quite caught, gave me happy schlurps and finally engaged D's attention, at which point they started doing that thing with their 'hands'... and I got clobbered in the side of the mouth. Ouuuuch.

heidi8 and I never made it to lunch -- her Publix got restocked and Ma decided she was far too uncomfortable not to go to the doctor right this minute -- which means I left the house, after having changed into non-yardworky clothes, having left my driver's license and any possible plastic money at the house.

Not that I could find rechargers for my Treo 600 anyway, since both the wall and car chargers have broken. :headdesk:

And my laundry is adamantly refusing to dry.

However. Considering I am not experiencing Sebacean Heat Death, I feel I am getting off somewhat lightly. This falls under 'nibbled to death by ducks'.

And I am very soon off to a land which has power, functioning environmental controls appropriate to the environment, power, Starbucks, laundry facilities and T-Mobile stores which are properly supplied. And power. And food I don't have to cook over a hibachi in the dark, although the fire looks very pretty that way. [falls wearily into the care of

sit_good_dog]

We'd bloody well better have power by the time I get back. Even people in Broward have power already, never mind all the places I mentioned previously. Grumble.