So I lied...

...here's another blog (slightly) related to Go-Go.

My coworker Jill wrote to me to say that apparently I'm not the only one having a shitty week.

Her friend, writer Michael Thomas Ford, sent her this and i just thought I'd share it with you cuz it made me chuckle (he works at home, hjas two chihuahuas and a newly acquired 10-year-old labrador):

So here is the condensed version of what happened to me yesterday between 10:30 and 11:15. Vacuumed house to rid it of dog hair, sucking computer headphone cord into vacuum roller and rendering headphones useless. Replaced comfy headphones with uncomfy headphones from iPod and commenced listening to Appalachian Spring and thinking nice thoughts. When Appalachian Spring suddenly interrupted by static, looked down to discover elder chihuahua chewing through cord. Abandoned attempts at listening to music and went outside. Decided to remove stumps of apple trees cut down earlier in the week. Dug and dug and dug until very sweaty and very dirty. While pulling stump out, noticed that small chihuahua was missing from yard and suspected forbidden visit to neighbor's back yard. Stump chose that precise moment to yield, resulting in backward fall and long scratch on arm from random piece of wood. Simultaneously, small screw in eyeglasses fell out, followed immediately by lens. While blinded, attempted to locate chihuahua, stanch bleeding arm, and undergo futile search for miniscule screw in dirt. Located chihuahua, scaled fence and returned with same, and ordered everyone inside, all the while looking through single lens. Got upstairs, smelled poo, and discovered labrador had stepped in some and was spreading it through newly-vacuumed house. Dragged lab downstairs, washed foot in bucket, came inside, and pondered death by hanging. Rejected that as too much trouble and ate chocolate.