The Opera Channel has been dropped from our Cable line up. I don't know how to tell Oliver-in fact, I'm not going to-just going to get him a CD. He never watches the video part and it's just pictures and factoids anyway.
We had a good day at the Greyhound Rescue event-one adoption application, several donations. I love going and sitting with the dogs and visiting. The people who run this rescue are very laid back and low pressure, and always appreciative of everyone's efforts.
Last week I forgot why I banned squeaky toys from the house and gave the kiddos a squeaky skunk. It really hasn't been so bad, so today I bought some squeaky Kong tennis balls-Molly is mesmerized. I bring it in when I go inside, making it a high value toy. Not that Molly needs one-she'd sell her soul for a ginger bear.
Mom and Dad both have the flu, so I am watching them closely. It's a toss up who is crankier. Heaven help me.