The Ends Don’t Meet

Don’t you just hate it when that happens?
You have to go off and get a longer piece of rope.

What this actually means is that since Angie abandoned the “Caring” Colgate Company we haven’t exactly been paying the bills too successfully. Even the part-time work isn’t helping.
Thus, I have had to resort to selling my body for profit. Angie is a bit upset about this decision of mine, but if she doesn’t want to be a corporate whore, then she just has to accept that I’ll have to be a man-whore to maintain our lifestyle.

Enough with the blatant lies.

I have found permanent employment with a small environmental consultancy. They will pay me a predictable salary every month. Their offices are just down the road, so I’m thinking I should buy a bike and cycle to work (considering how ridiculous the petrol price is these days).
I start on Monday.

“About bloody time Robinson!” (Now you can’t say it)

Bucket Bean

Satan’s Poodle no longer looks like this, but she did for a while and she was not too pleased about it: oh no not at all.

She still made some effort to attack Mumphred, but it was with a lot less enthusiasm than usual. Eating was performed with difficulty, and sniffing the ground and running proved to be a little jarring at times.

Posted by Picasa The reason for the bucket: To stop Bean scratching her stitches out of her ear. The stitches were placed there to stop her from bleeding to death after having a malignant skin tumour removed. The vet says it shouldn’t recur and that there is unlikely to be cancer anywhere else in her body.
So all seems to be well, except my bank account.

You may also notice that I’ve used Picasa to post this. That’s because Picasa is now available for Linux (and on the topic of Google apps ported to Linux, so is Google Earth)