Sushi...Sushi...Sushi...Sushi...

All weekend, I worked hard on the office remodel. Bets' and I made some serious progress. One of the cats discovered the top rung of the ladder. I think she felt very at home perched precariously on top of that thing.

When I woke up this morning, I rolled over and said to Bets' - "Good Morning Honey. I'm having Sushi with Gooch today." I'm not sure if the look on her face was bewilderment or jealousy. Probably a mix of both.

I've become a slave to the MPG readout on my new car. I'm not happy unless it tells me that I got at least 35 mpg on any given trip. It's pathetic, yes. Apparently the carbon footprint of my car is worse than a Hummer. I'm not feeling so green at the moment upon this discovery. Yes, my pocket book is happy and the gas station attendant doesn't remember my name anymore. But, I don't want to be contributing to the acid raid problem in a canadian town where they make the batteries for my car... We can't win, can we?

Almost sushi time...

Counting down...

Gregsta'