Removal of Organs

We took Daisy to the vet yesterday to get her girl parts removed. We picked her up today. She looks funny with her belly shaved.
Bobbie brought me six dollars in dimes and two dollars in pennies that she wanted to exchange for quarters.
I got an email today from the companies accountant to tell me (and all the other property managers) that our company credit cards were working again. I didn't know they were ever not working. Now, I am just really grateful that I hardly ever have to go buy stuff. That would be terrible to have your company card rejected.
Alice came by the office wanting me to do a favor for her son. She wanted me to send his resume in reply to a posting in the want-ads. I would have done so except the company supplied an email address not a fax number. I explained that a) I don't have internet in the office, and b) all she had was a physical copy of his resume. What I learned after explaining this was that Alice had no idea what an email address looked like. She thought it was a coded fax number or something. Sometimes I forget there are people who have never been on the internet.
I sat this morning. I didn't see anything.
I did see a grouse while I was driving back.
My dad saw a bobcat catch a squirrel while he was deer hunting. That's about the coolest thing ever.
I saw a squirrel fall out of a tree the other day. That was kind of cool.
I need to hurry up and shoot a deer so that I can start going bird hunting with Anna's father.
Anna's mother has been really dizzy lately. Yesterday, it landed her in the ER. Now she has pills that make her really sleepy. Hopefully they rectify the situation.
Anna's been playing with her fancy new phone all day. It does do some pretty nifty stuff. It's even got an application that maps the stars and moves the map according to what direction you are pointing the phone. Thus, what you see on the screen should always match what you see in the sky. It's also got a bar code reader that instantly brings up reviews and competitor's prices.
Yesterday, Bobbie gave Daulton a whole pile of Little Debbie cupcakes. Apparently, Daulton's dog ate them all last night.
The Taco Bell at exit 68 off of I-65 has yet to correctly fill an order.
I'm out of tea. Thankfully, I already need to go to Wally World for other stuff this evening.
Sky blue boxer briefs.
People who read this blog: Person google blogsearching "first trumpet lesson"
This person surely visited our blog with the hopes of gaining some insight into how to learn trumpet from the beginning. They left with insight into everything but that. This is surely a young Floridian (yes, another visitor from Florida) mother, who wants to live vicariously through her children. Little miss Florida here was never the titular leader in the big band movement. She never had a solo with the New York Symphony. She probably never even got past middle school band because her parents wouldn't give her trumpet lessons. She has lived her life of sad failure just so she could produce a child who could go where she couldn't. If little Johnnie or Susie fails to attend Juilliard, our dear Floridian friend will go on a murderous rampage, shoving straight mutes and mouthpieces lubricated by valve oil down throats of mediocre band directors everywhere.