No, it’s Jiffy

It turns out that Prince Eric’s name was Jiffy.  His owner, or former owner, because he had recently been given to a new owner and he escaped his first day with her, picked him up.  Amanda and I didn’t get to see him off because she came while we were at the leaders meeting at church.  He was a nice puppy, but he barked every time someone went upstairs and when he was outside for more than a few minutes.  He also chewed up a toy ring of Milly’s and two ink cartridges.

Kirsten, who watched Milly again tonight, told us that Milly wasn’t upset to see him go.  Milly was in constant fear of him chewing up her toys.

Milly was also very sensitive to moisture today.  At one point she started yelling about her pants, almost in tears.  I asked what was wrong and she said they’d been licked, so she took them off.  Then later she was in the bathroom getting upset about her panties.  I asked what was wrong with her panties and she said, “They has milk on them.”  She apparently  had taken some milk with her to use the bathroom and spilled a few drops of milk on them.  She immediately changed out of those, too.

When I took Milly to the bathroom for her late night potty visit, I found her on the floor.  A few days ago she decided she wanted the body pillow that we kept on the guest bed.  Actually, Amanda got it when she was pregnant with Milly, now that I think about it.  Anyway, I found Milly next to her bed lying on the pillow like a mattress.

I worked out for the first time in a while today.  After Bruce died I didn’t really have the energy or drive, then the holidays came up.  I did pretty well with the main part of the workout, but I had to pause it pretty often for Ab Ripper X and felt pretty whipped afterwards.  It was good though.  I felt good afterwards.

After that I spent a little time on Skype showing Erin how to set up websites.  She’s got one of her own to play with to do some learning.

There wasn’t a whole heck of a lot else going on, other than me having plenty to do work-wise.  Sales leads are ramping up, which is nice.

Amanda feels like she’s getting sick, so we’ve been loading up on Airborne.  I might have some more in a minute just to be safe.

Carolina lost at home to Miami tonight.  I missed it, but it would have been fun to watch.  Inside Carolina, a Tar Heels message board I visit from time to time, is freaking out.  Not that I blame them.  There are serious doubts that Carolina will make the NCAA tournament, and many aren’t sure if they’ll even qualify for the NIT.  Almost all of them are calling for some kind of change and many wouldn’t mind seeing coach Roy Williams leave.  It’s a bad time to be a Tar Heel fan.

Zach Dotsey