Friday,
January 25, 2008

Fiddling About

Considering that I've had that Search button up on the navigation bar ever since I implemented the green redesign, it's probably time that I hooked it up to a search engine, yeah?

Only it's not completely functional yet, because I was an idiot and got the package for 250 pages. I keep forgetting that I have a little over seven years' worth of journals here, and that adds up to way more than 250 pages. So I need to contact the company on Monday and see about switching to the larger package with 5,000 pages -- that should keep me for a couple of years or so.

Hey, if nothing else it's gonna help me track down stuff on this site.

Why I Love my Husband, Reason #8,640

Lyndon is fully aware and sympathetic of the sleep issues I've been having with the Cow-Colored Cat, so when the phone woke him up this morning he thought, "Huh. A cell phone is ringing. Doesn't sound like mine."

The part of his brain voiced by Alan Rickman said, "Well, sod it, then -- it's not yours, don't bother."

(Well, of course he has a part of his brain voiced by Alan Rickman. Don't you?)

"But Melanie said she was going to have lunch with Steve and Mike today -- should I wake her?"

"I saw her move, sort of -- if she wanted to get it, she would. Let her sleep."

"She does look tired."

Alan sighed. "Yes, I know, which is why I said let her sleep."

At which point the part of my brain voiced by Alan Rickman (see?) said, "Oh, bugger it all to hell -- you've already missed three lunches with them. If you don't answer the phone, you'll never hear the bloody end of it."

"Uhh."

"Don't grunt at me -- just get the idiotic thing. And don't forget to bring a copy of Sabre Dance for that friend of Steve's. And you need to deposit Lyndon's paycheck on the way back."

"Mrrph."

"Huh. Americans."

So that's how my Friday started. And yes, I did hie myself out to Hibachi Rock and have lunch with the lads, then admired Steve's new Rabbit which comes complete with Plush Killer Rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (oh, cool -- there's an electronic version now with glowing red eyes!) before coming home and digging into work on a client's site. You know you want my life.

But Alan and I really have to have a talk...

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