Busy Little Beavers...

So it's been a few days, right? I had video to shoot on Thursday, plus the second installment of pixy sadist girl (a.k.a. Teeth Cleaning Part Deux). It was all gravy. Got to go out to lunch with the Band we were interviewing (on the Record Label's tab no less! Sweet!) The interview went smashingly. They kibitzed and played a tune.
All in all, good times.
And I got a copy of their new album!
Schwag!
Wait, even better! Exclusive schwag!
Good times.
After the shoot I literally ran to my date with the diva of dentifrice. She pounded on the gums and associated areas for another couple of hours.
I was all woozy afterwards.
She's going to make a fortune in dentistry.
Friday was non-stop. I never did get to blog, not that there was anything going on that was remotely interesting. No funny pics to mutilate, nothing.
The weekend was nice. Got nothing done and I feel good about it.
So that leaves me skipping from last weeks hump day straight to Monday.
There ought to be a law against that.
There ought to be a law against Monday's now that I think about it.
The weekend was basically run of the mill. Had some family come from out of town. They were escaping the horrors of Global Warming that plague New York.
You know, that huge snow storm that dumped like 100 feet of frosty on the Big Apple?
Yeah. That's got Global Warming's prints all over that puppy.
Al Gore has been notified and is responding with his Global Warming Super Hero Force as we speak!
League Of Outstanding Naturalist Superheroes...
L.O.O.N.S.
Yeah. Fighting the good fight!

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I think that we have a fiduciary responsibility to take care of the Planet but we have to be rational about it and all the shrill Chicken Little hyperbole is not helping things at all.
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So... where was I?
Oh yeah, Cuz and Co. was down for the Disney thing this past week and what would a trip to Florida be without a dip in the pool?
Trouble was, it was only like 74 degrees on Saturday. Undaunted, the tiny version of the Polar Bear Club trooped off to the local pool (with yours truly playing the part of Arctic Guide...) and plop!
Into the pool they went.
My kids went with them.
What followed was a lot of hooting and hollering and teeth chattering and something unintelligible about how cold the water may or may not have been.
When it looked like hypothermia was setting in I ordered the rascals out of the water and over to the playground to generate some body heat.
"Move! Move if you want to live!!!"
They survived. After Pizza and Hot Dogs and Surf's Up, they were good to go.
Good times.
In a couple of weeks, I'll be able to jump in the pool too without worrying about shrinkage and stuff.
Awesome.