And a good Friday morning to all. We’ll begin today how we normally begin the Friday post. My new article for the City Wire is up and you can read it here.

On a much more downer of a note, my Nanny is back in the hospital after her surgery a few weeks ago. Do me a favor and send some good vibes and doogies her way and give a shout to my fam who are in Hot Springs with her.

Yesterday at work was pretty stupid. My back still hurts. It was the first day that I had the opportunity to wear my Chacos this year and of course, as soon as I got to work, I blew one of them out and had to go home and put shoes on. After that, my day was filled with making clay, and, subsequently, tile out of said clay. I also managed to hook up the Wii in the Le Duke’s and La Duchess’s bedroom, so they can watch NetFlix while in bed. Look out, here comes the flood of PBS produced British mysteries from the 80s and 90s.

Here is a bit of information that really made my day. At the end of the day, yesterday, I was checking my email and I saw I had a message from Furious Jessy. In the message she said something about one of my kittens being adopted. So I called her and she tells me that while she and Jackie the Mick were at the Humane Society looking for Spoke, who has gone AWOL, a bouncy little blond secretary-type comes in and says that she is there to pick up Dexter. I knew that that little snuggler wouldn’t be there long. From the way that Furious Jessy explained it to me, it sounds like Dexter found a perfect match and a good home. As his parent, I am so proud. Pancake Land and I had a nice sigh of relief knowing that we had done a good job, at least with one of them.

Now, once again, I was over at Little Peddler’s and she immediately has to tell me a story.

“I know how big of kick you got out of the poop tooth story, so I’ve got to tell what I did now.”

Perhaps she didn’t realize that I had published the story on the innernet, but, alas, not my problem.

“Oh, do tell.” says I.

“Well, after they gave me my teeth back…”

“When they put the DooDoo tooth back in?”

“Yeah, well, they weren’t sittin’ right in my mouth. And they been like that for a while now, so I finally got tired of it and ground them down using those pet clippers you got me for Grismas.”

“You used the hair trimmers?”

“No, silly. The ones for their fingernails.”

“The Pedipaws?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I just took the guard off of it and ground down the gum side of my teeth.”

“…”

“Let me tell you, they fit so much better now. They were rubbing me raw in there. Now, like a glove.”

At this point Taco Planet commented on how insane that story was, and we filled him in on the Adventures of DooDoo Tooth Part One. All he could do was cover his face to try and stop laughing. I’ll save the story of her going to pee out by the Koi pond for another day.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Be sure to check the Daily Photos today or tomorrow for the April wrap up. This year is just flying by. And with that I’m off to work. More soon. ~SC