What's up with Whatsit

You are about to know five more things about me.

Extreme Cuteness
We went to our friends' house tonight. They have what could well be considered THE cutest dog in the world, a little 1.8 pound Yorkie named Lulu. I loved to watch her walk - just like a little wind-up animal. My cute meter is now over the top.

How Do You Solve the Problem of a Poodle?
Speaking of dogs, my mother has this poodle. I have mentioned before that he has bitten her several times. Two or three of these times she has had to have stitches. Well, guess what? This dog is now on Prozac. Yep. My mother's dog has succombed to the quintessential American Baby Boomer complaint - the need for a mood lifter. Good thing that dog doesn't belong to me. He would have succombed to having his teeth knocked down his throat.

Sleep, or the Lack of It
With getting up early out of the way, I am rapidly turning into a night owl. It's 1AM right now - I never would consider being up this late during the school year. I always suspected I should have had a job that started a lot later than 7AM. I do my best suspecting when I get up at 5AM. Or I should say, when I wake up at 5 and postpone getting up until 5:30.

What Day Is It? You're About to Find Out.
Today is my third WdC birthday. I am most sincerely feeling smug for still being around here after all this time.

Is It Just Me . . .
, , , or does Blogville always seem particularly slow in the summer? I wonder why this is.