Poor, poor Little Buddy. He really seems quite uncomfortable. His arthritis is no doubt worsened by this damp, dreary weather we’ve been having. He’s really slowed down and is having a hard time getting around. Whether or not the dying process has actually begun, or if he’ll improve when it dries up, is too soon to say.

Little Fella, on the other hand, remains perky yet skittish. He’s a curious one, venturing further out each time he hops out of the cage. He likes to climb all over me, too.

I don’t expect to get any more jokes from Dave, cuz usually, when one spouse dislikes someone, the other automatically does, too. That’s okay, though, cuz I know where to go to get jokes.

I don’t expect Tom to dislike and stop seeing Mary simply cuz I no longer want anything to do with her. I want him to do as he pleases. I just don’t like it when I feel like he’s siding with her or making me feel like my feelings are unfounded.

I forgot about the money for fixing the truck. When I asked Tom about why certain things had to wait, he reminded me about the money we’d need to get the truck up and running.

He emailed PG, and of course, they’ve been ignoring him so far. Guess they need more time to think up a story.

He called about the little pocket-size sewing machine we never got, and they’re sending another one out. I’m amazed that a non-doll-related item didn’t make it to us yet the Playboys did. That’s the difference, as Tom pointed out, between UPS and the PO. UPS costs much more, though, but they sure are more reliable.

I became a Webshots member for two years for $42 yesterday. Now I can make 50 albums with 60 pictures. That’s 3000 pictures! I doubt I’ll ever have that many. I got pissed, though, last night when I was using this really cool thing for quicker uploading cuz it wouldn’t work at one point. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but all’s fine now. I guess their server when on the fritz.