I was just reminded of something I said in March.

Arglemarf. If you google it, my info pops up. That makes me more famous then, like Britney Spears. Or something.

In other household news, Andrew started his PT jobby today. Errr, wait. His first day was Saturday. At any rate, he's working tonight and instead of being home by 6, he should be walking through the door any day now.... I said any day now... I think Raven is so used to the routine, that this hiccup in the schedule has really thrown her off. Her day is pretty basic. I found this entry in her journal:
6:00am- Dad hits snooze
6:09am- Dad hits snooze again
6:18am- Mom pushes Dad out of bed and says "Time to get up!"
6:47am- Dad walks me down to the power lines and back. He talks about how tired he is the whole time.
7:19am- Dad looks at the clock as he burns his tongue on too-hot-coffee and realizes he should have left for work 10 minutes ago.
7:20am- Dad pats me on the head and tells me to be good, (duh, what else can I be?) leaves for work, Mom and I wave from the front porch.
7:20am- 5:50pm- Wait for Dad.
5:55pm- Bark at every car door slamming in a 5 mile radius in anticipation of Dad coming home. "Is that his car? Did I hear his radio?"
6:00pm- Welcome Dad home!


So she sat by the front door at 5:45. 6:00pm rolled around and she came back up to my office. By 7:30, she was barking at me and running to the front hall as if to say, "He's not home, we should send out a search party." And while I was trying to take a bubble bath between 8:30 and 9:15, she barked and paced and jumped and growled at every bird, bug, and neighbor passing by our front door. She was so antsy.

I know what you're thinking. Can your dog write in a journal? ;D