The good stuff first (aka Why wait until dessert?)
Big boss was thrilled once he saw my article that was published. Immediately sent it to one of the bigwigs.
WildDog survived his yearly trip to the groomer recently, even if he is becoming eccentric in his old age. He tried to swim in a shallow bathtub, the groomer told me. What he most likely did: tried to escape. He hates water with a passion.
I got my toes painted Tutti Frutti Tonga. I skipped the French manicure, though.
The bad news
Brother was readmitted to the hospital...yet again.
In my haste leaving the meeting with travelling partner and the boss, I ran into a concrete pilon at work. I called security on-site to report it, and they did not want to write a report.
Everyone needs a little paint and new plastic once in a while. More to come...
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