Bloom 2.0

An ongoing joke in our house centred around our dog Rocky and how one of his testicles didn’t descend from his abdomen when he was born. He was partially neutered when we got him but the breeder’s stupid vet didn’t take out the other ball when they snipped him. So, two years later, we decided it was time for the ball to drop - ergo, the New Year’s reference. Everytime we went to our excellent vet, we asked him (the world’s greatest vet) if the ball had dropped. Everytime - disappointment that New Year’s hadn’t come early. Alas, that joke can now be buried out back (right beside Rocky’s nut).
Good news: The surgery was a success and he’s starting to get his energy back after spending 36 hours at the vet.
Bad news: See photos. Four days and counting until he can lick himself (and Tabby, his new older sister) again. Poor guy.

…go to business school without watching Glengarry Glen Ross.
Blake: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?
Moss: I don’t have to listen to this shit.
Blake: You certainly don’t pal. ‘Cause the good news is — you’re fired. The bad news is you’ve got, all you got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonights sit. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. ‘Cause we’re adding a little something to this months sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anyone want to see second prize? Second prize’s a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired. You get the picture? You’re laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them! You can’t close the leads you’re given, you can’t close shit, you ARE shit, hit the bricks pal and beat it ’cause you are going out!!!

We went to Disney World and Celebration for two days just after New Year’s. It cost a fortune - and for some reason, Minnie wouldn’t talk to me. Oh, and It’s a Small World (the pic of “French” dolls dancing below) isn’t fun as an adult. It’s really creepy.

A long-running joke at my old job. Supposedly a Virginia woman found this in a box of fried chicken at a certain fast food chain back in 2000. Urban legend? Here’s what About.com says: “From a poultry processing standpoint, there are two reasons why the incident is rather unlikely. One, the very first step of the process - even before de-feathering - is beheading. And the heads are always discarded. Two, the presence of unwanted parts ought to have been detected during further steps in the processingeviscerateon, which requires the participation of a human operator, and the bird-by-bird inspection supposedly conducted by an on-site U.S.D.A. employee.” Got it? Brawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwk!