Happy Friday the 13th!

Well, let's hope I don't arrive home to a mess in the bonus room like I did last month on Friday the 13th.

We have our St. Patrick's Day party tomorrow and hopefully I'll feel up to adding lots of updates on Sunday. I make no promises though.

In the meantime, I wanted to share a picture from an email that my friend Bronwyn sent me. The email was a warning about dangerous dog breeds and children. I hope everyone can learn something from this picture.



















Pretty scary what can happen when you turn your back for a few seconds, isn't it?

Two things...

The first thing: On my drive in this morning, I was behind one of those new Jeeps and there was an interesting bumper sticker on the back. It said "I am speeding cause I have to poop" and then there was a squiggly pile of poop with little marks above it to indicate that it was stinky. Who puts something like that on the back of their car? Good thing the guy wasn't in Cary. I'm pretty sure he'd get pulled over and ticketed for something so un-Carylike. Sure, the book says everyone poops, but they don't talk about it in Cary.

And # 2 (sorry, I had to) is about a new restaurant here in Raleigh. Have you ever sat in IHOP eating pancakes covered in Boysenberry Syrup or a Belgian waffle with strawberries and whip cream (and unnaturally red Strawberry Syrup, of course) and thought, "What would be really good right now is some fried chicken"?

Yeah, me neither.

But someone has becuase there's a new restaurant called Bussey's Chicken and Waffles opening up. Maybe I shouldn't knock it before I try it. I mean, fried chicken and mashed potatoes might go really well with a side of waffles and syrup. It'd be kinda like having your dinner and dessert all in one meal.

Personally, I prefer to keep my dessert separate.

No news is...not very interesting

Nothing too exciting going on right now. The house still isn't sold, the McHusband's still studying for his test, and I still haven't started packing for the move to the new house. Oh, I guess there is a bit of new info: we close on the new house on October 13th. Luckily, that's a Monday this year.


I found something online that I'm thinking of copying at the new house. What do you think? I might even go with the letter "B" just to shake things up a little. Nah, probably not.

Ode to Fish City

Fish City, how I love thee
With your margaritas so yummy.
And those fish tacos -
Divine, scrumptious, downright heavenly.
Fish City, won't you please come to Raleigh?

Okay, so that was a plea shamelessly and not very well hidden in my ode. Seriously, Fish City, I'm down on my knees begging you to bring your margaritas and delicious spicy tartar fish taco sauce to North Carolina. I'm just not sure I can go another two years without one of your fish tacos.

And I'm not the only one who loves Fish City. The McInlaws ate there the night they arrived in Dallas and they were kind enough to bring leftovers home so that the McHusband and I could have some for a late-night snack after our flight from NC to Dallas. And guess where we went to lunch the next day? Fish City! See, we just can't get enough.

I noticed my picture of the outside of the restaurant is a little off center. Well, if you'd had three margaritas, your pictures might be a tad off, too.

TGIF!!!

Is there a better weekday than Friday? I mean, other days have their merits, but they can't hold a candle to Fridays.

• Tuesdays don't suck the most because they're not Mondays


• Wednesdays are okay because of the food section in the newspaper


• Thursdays are good because they come right before Fridays and there's some really good TV on in the evenings

Weekend plans? The Dog Day in the Park is tomorrow up at the Parrish Womble Park outside our neighborhood so we'll be taking Morgan and Tucker up there. It'll be Tucker's first DDITP and he's really looking forward to it. All those butts to sniff and treats to beg for - it's his version of heaven on earth.

The McHusband will go to the office to study (he'll be taking the PE again on 10.24), and I'll hopefully be leaving the house with the dogs for a showing or two. In a perfect world, someone would want to see the house WHILE we were up at the park and already gone with the dogs. And in that perfect world, those people would want to buy our house. Some people say perfection's overrated, but in this case I think it'd be, well, perfect. Keep all appendages crossed for us...

We have someone coming to look at the Death Tank tonight. He wants to use it for a saltwater tank, though, so he wouldn't want the fish we have in it, which means we'd have to find good homes (i.e. NOT toilets) for all of them. The McHusband's already talked to a fish store that'd pay us for them so that's good news. The bad news is that before they can pay us, we have to get the fish to them, which entails catching not-wanting-to-be-caught fish, putting them into five-gallon buckets from Home Depot, and lugging those into the fish store. Of course, I use the term "we" loosely since Ryan'll be doing much of the dirty work.

The Death Tank

The Not-Death Tank

No Solicitors!

Ugh, I hate it when solicitors come knocking on our door here at work. Actually, they don't knock, they just come right in. They're rarely selling anything we're interested in, but they always ask for one of our business cards "for their records," which means we'll probably have to field a follow-up call within a week.

Foy and I have talked about putting up a "No Soliciting" sign outside our door, but what we really mean is "No soliciting unless you have good food to give us," and we don't think Jim would approve that sign. So, we'll suffer the treatless solicitors and keep our fingers crossed that the next one through the door has cookies, or at least a coupon for free cookies.