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Let's see...what's been going on in Tuvalu?

K has finished The Spring Project. No more long days and he has about a week off before he moves on to another job. Of course, he'll be doing the next project at the place we call Poke You With A Stick wherein he sits in a tiny cubicle and it's kind of cold and they drip water on his head and the computer monitor flickers and every once in a while his boss walks by and POKES HIM WITH A STICK, but we're not complaining.

The boys solos are ALMOST ready to be performed and they have gotten their dates - for the first time ever they are playing within an hour of each other, on the same day, at the same place.

We have our new car and I'm thinking we love it. It's very different but fun. Youngest likes it best and has completely mastered the navigation system and the hard-drive and the satellite radio. Middle has become enamoured of the Elvis station. All Elvis all the time. Also? One can start the car from inside one's home, enabling one to enter a warm vehicle at seven in the morning. I would recommend this feature.

The dog had surgery last week to remove a lipoma from her chest and arrived back home in much better spirits than when she left. She had lipstick on her face from the receptionist kissing her. Her blood work showed that her liver is aging and its function is slowing but the vet said that she would probably live another couple of years. She is 13. So, while we all paid lots of attention to her over the weekend and tried not to be annoyed as she licked the dining room floor hour after hour after hour and dragged tissues out of the trash in the loo, we tried to remind ourselves that she is an old lady dog. And then, last night, after we returned from a really wonderful dinner with friends, she went out, stayed out for nearly an hour, and rolled in something so horrible that the entire house reeked of what seemed to be a combination of fertilizer, poo and rotted garbage. We were going to light a scented candle and go to bed but the smell was so terrible that it wafted UP THE STAIRS and K and I had to get up and give her a bath. THEN she went wild and started to try digging up the living room. We've seen this behavior before and it either means that there is an animal on the property OR the termites are about to swarm.

The weather (sheesh, reduced to talking about the weather) here is just crappy. Damp and cold and making me want to snuggle into my bed. But I can't! It's only 107 days until BlogHere and SOMEONE has to get K to build a deck by the kitchen door! (Special note to Bossy, it's much easier to have the bloggers come to YOU.)