Here’s an interesting link that Der Bingle sent to me today about drones, something he knows some things about – or is it crones that he’s familiar with?

Come to think of it, I do Google a lot.

I sit down, there he is, staring at me. I look down at his feet and my feet and there it is – a Wubba. Only his new game is not “Throw it for me.” His current idea of play is “Let’s see who can grab it first.” Of course, it is always Shane, but then he doesn’t want me to take it and toss it; he just keeps his tooth grip on it while I am trying to pull it free.

I give up . . . But there it is again, free game between our feet . . . AND THE SAME THING HAPPENS. Over and over again. The icing on the cake is that he doesn’t even do a tug of way deal; he just stands or sits there and holds the Wubba.

Sometimes he will lie down and close his eyes with the Wubba right by his head; I will think that this is my chance. HA!! It was a trick.

One of us is going to need therapy.

This morning I went over to Pottermom’s blog and right in front of my eyes was a yellow minion wishing me Happy Birthday in a post dated August 27th. There was one below it from the 26th. Both of these posts did not show up on my computer until today, the 29th.

I don’t understand it, but I understand that I feel bad that maybe she thought I had just looked and not appreciated her sentiment enough to even say Thank You. That would be so wrong. Thank you, Pottermom; I’m two days late, but thank you big time.