Tuesday Has No Phones

Today I got a pedicure and a massage. These were both good things, but what made them even better was that I went to a new-to-me nail place and the owner had teeny little muppet dogs! Okay technially they were miniature poodles (with shorter hair than in that picture, but same color) but I am telling you they were muppet dogs!

They came up to greet me when I walked into the salon, all "Hi! Are you friendly? We like meeting people who are friendly!" and then started licking my legs and hands with their tiny tongues. (I bent down to say hello, they didn't bring over a stepladder so they could reach my fingers or anything).

Then while the pedicure was going on every so often one or both of the dogs would wander into the pedicure room all "How's it going in here? Everybody doing okay?"

If this place wants to make money hand over fist they should charge for time spent cuddling the muppet dogs. I'd totally pay.

Clarence Starling (yes, I named the mystery bird) (yes, I think that name is funny) (shut up) is still around. I assume he's continuing to look for love. I'm puzzled as to his lack of success, since his offer of a home is inside of an actual home, and that's got to be impressive to other birds, especially if he's claiming to have done the roofing himself. On the other hand I worry that he'll settle down with a wife and kids and then they'll be evicted for not paying the homeowners fees. Then the babies would be all traumatized and turn to a life of crime. It'd be horrible, especially since it is really hard to get intimidating tattoos when you're covered in feathers.

In the meanwhile Clarence and the sparrows (which incidentally is the name of my favorite '50s doo wop band) sit on the roof and try their best come-on lines. Clarence: "What's your sign? Can I arrange the alphabet to put U and I together? Is Heaven missing an angel?" Sparrow: "CHIRP!" Clarence: "...dude." So at least there's bonding.

This week starts the busiest time of year at Primatech. This would be the time when I get so busy I have to multi-task going to the bathroom, and late nights are the norm. (Last year's record was about 11pm for me, 2am for my poor co-workers.) In theory we've gotten a lot of prep work done in advance and the next two weeks shouldn't be that difficult. In theory.

In the meanwhile, nice knowing all of you.

So I woke up at a reasonable hour unlike yesterday *cough* which meant I was able to get things done at a reasonable time. Things such as laundry which, thanks to the lovely weather, I was able to put outside on the line to dry for the first time this year.

This was when I realized the downside of the bomb-building birds. Their home is next to where the clotheslines are. I could not help but wonder if my laundry would prove to be a tempting target to them as they swooped to and fro (glideglideflutterSHITCARFLUTTERFLUTTERUPUPUPUPwhewglide) to get their bomb-building materials.

Luckily if my laundry was a target, it wasn't a tempting one and I was able to bring my stuff in hours later with no need to wash it again.

Ah nature.