I so did not need my toilet to do its best impression of a fountain this morning. Really, but no. The city had a work crew going up and down our street pumping out the lines. We heard the toilet burble, and then it turned into a fountain as air came up through the line. We stuffed a towel in it to keep the entire bathroom from being soaked. It wasn’t sewage, but I am still very, very unamused.

I think there will be a lot of unhappy people on our street when they get home from work tonight.


Every morning after breakfast, I sweep my kitchen floor and then wash it. My kitchen floor has never been so clean.

I heart my Swiffer Wet-Jet. That is all.

In case you were wondering, these extra-short entries are because I have one corporate web site due on Monday and one weblog overhaul due next Saturday–not to mention the illustration gig I’m negotiating and the one that I am still considering for a bid.