Rawwr.

Hubby has a trip coming up. He's had to take on some more responsibilities at work, and if that means a raise, I'm all for it.

Lately he's had to take a number of trips to talk to donors for his department at the university. Folks who might be interested in past projects and want to help fund the projects he is working on currently or in the future (some of his more fun stuff has to do with Mesoamerican swords and pre-Columbian DNA). He likes this a lot, because the donors are generally pretty sharp people who enjoy the stuff he's working on, and sometimes they get to go out for STEAK! (I don't like cholesterol, so I rarely feed hubby red meat, because I'm so mean to him that I want him with me forever.) I really think he's in it for the steak.

This month he has the opportunity to do something a little different. Here's how he explained it to me:

Hubby: "Looks like I'm going to Mexico this time."

Me: "Really? What's up with that?"

H: "Some kinda dig, or something. I'll be gone for about ten days, somewhere in the wilderness of the Baja desert."

M: "Sounds fun! Who are you going into the wilderness with? Anyone interesting?"

H: "Just a bunch of people from the university. I think one is a botanist, and an archaeologist, and some other folks. I'll be the DNA guy on this trip."

M: "Ummm.....really? Any lawyers?"

H: "Lawyers? I don't think so. Why?"

M: "Because your trip has already been made into a movie, and the lawyer was the first one to get eaten by a dinosaur. Maybe you should stay home."
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See, it's not just me. My Hubby is insane also. This is him, at his 19th birthday party. The theme is "Come As A Song" and Wedella and Mels, there, are "I Hope They Call Me On a Mission."

Hubby is "How Firm A Foundation."

This is not the only time he has been photographed in women's clothing.

You can't say I didn't warn you.

Just an idea for your Halloween party at work,

like if you wanna get fired or something.

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Attrition

Once upon a time I had a lovely set of six stainless steel bowls. Much like these:

I love these bowls. They were big enough for a variety of cooking uses, they're easy to clean, don't stain, won't break, and are easy to store because of the whole nesting thing....yep. Loved these bowls. I love metal, wood and glass in the kitchen. Only use plastic if I have to.


Apparently Hubby found the bowls very useful too. For many of the same reasons: easy to clean, don't stain, won't break, and apparently because of the EASE THE DOG HAS FETCHING THE BOWL FOR HIM TO FILL.


Yes.

He took my bowls and gave them to the dog.

One at a time they have disappeared. I now have two left. The itty bitty one (like our lovely Lab would bother bringing that back, it's too small to even hold a snack for her) and the really big one.

Today the really big one went missing. I really needed it to make Muddy Buddies for Dayna. I looked and looked and finally found it -- ON THE DECK.

Of course I panicked.

Eclair confessed that she used it for water balloons.

Whew.

But I have decided to take premptive measures. I washed and dried my big bowl, and then got out my big paint pen:

In full, it reads: IF YOU FEED THE DOG USING THIS BOWL, START RUNNING NOW: I AM GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU WITH A RUSTY SPOON.

You think that will ensure that my bowl doesn't disappear into the kennel?

I hope so.

But I'm realistic.

Probably not.
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