stinkydog

Today is one of those beautiful Austin spring days that make you want to own a convertible, or at least a well-manicuredbysomeoneelse lawn that you can walk barefoot on. But instead of driving around with the top down or making crowns out of dandilions, I am facing an afternoon of three back-to-back meetings which makes me think this day is more of a Tuesday than a Friday. It IS Friday, right?

Here's something else depressing.

Now I'm off to go look for something to cheer us up before those meetings start. I'll just be a jif.