Little adieu about not much

...Time flies and all that. It really does. And wherever you go, there you are. I like that saying.

Things here are better. My parents are home and so far so good. Emily and her boyfriend are at their house now, boxing up stuff in anticipation of the new flooring that's going in. Emily just sent this picture of old cases of Coke that they took out of the laundry room. They commemorate different sports teams. I've probably mentioned that my father is a compulsive collector. He has collections of Ski Country decanters, Beanie Babies, P. Buckley Moss prints and Case knives. Big, big collections. Won't we have fun getting rid of them? I'm being sarcastic, of course.

I noticed a huge pile of hair by one of the trashcans at work. Although I'm not good about sweeping, I am good about putting the hair into the trashcan. There was so much hair that I played around with it and formed it into a square. Then I took this picture. When I look at the picture, I see a terrier's face. Do you? Someone came up to me and asked if I just took a picture of hair. Why yes, I did.

Rob was down for visit and it was great seeing him. Our time together has been sparse. We ate out, watched a lot of TV, and hung at Borders. It was a great reprieve from the 'family' stuff.

And that's my little post about not a lot. Hopefully I'll be infused with something much more entertaining next time you hear from me. Till then...