Yesterday while I was at work, my 3.5 month old puppy figured out how to clear the four foot baby gate that confines her to the kitchen (which was up, untouched) and spend the day tearing through my apartment and being her unhousebroken self in every room she could get into (all but my bedroom closet, since I didn't think to shut the doors). Yes, Apache's new name will be "WONDERDOG!". Since my drill crapped out and I couldn't raise the baby gate, she is spending the day in her crate. Hope it goes well.

I was talking to Jen about Australia, and I realized there is only four years left until our AE renunion there. Better start saving!

Today: Golf!