A working air conditioner is a wonderful thing.

In spookiness, I also found out today that Time Warner employees have been entering my backyard during the day without giving me the notice required. Sure, it was for a good cause (the cable modem of one of my co-workers that is routed through the unit in my backyard). But, heck, I've got three rowdy dogs back there right now, and I've heard stories about Time Warner using tranquilizers on people's pets... Not acceptable. So, time for a padlock on the gate. I have never lived somewhere so unneighbourly as Houston. 6 foot privacy fences required. Regular nasty letters from the whacked-out homeowners' associations. Not to mention crazed gunmen and bizarre stabbings. Yep. Suburban bliss.

In ridiculous news, I am apparently going to subject myself to an interview in order to have the pleasure of keeping Bennet for the next year (Bennet is Cari's border collie; Cari is moving to France; the interviewer is the owner/breeder of Bennet's Mom). I guess its ok to be concerned. Now, I'm amusing myself wondering about the consequences of failing the interview. After all, I am not exactly mother-of-the year (thank god I still have a life!). As Cari said, "... she just wants to make sure that Becca's not going to leave him out in the rain. Oh wait, we do that already."

I figure after I fail, they'll paint a big red "X" on my door to indicate that no pure-bred will ever be allowed to cross the threshhold. Of course, I am going to tolerate this all, because I'd really like to keep Bennet next year, 'cause he's a good dog, I'm kind of attached to him, and he makes a good playmate for Apache without me having to make a lifetime commitment. Though sometimes I could live without those beedy border collie eyes attempting to stare me down (very different from Apache's quasi-vacant retriever eyes).

Tonight: The Amusement of Attempting to Fit Our New Boat in the Garage. Stay Tuned.