When the cat's away...

... the mice will blog.

Veeerrrry quiet day at work. My boss is flying back today from Europe, and one co-worker is home sick. And the markets we do business with are slow (holidays in other countries- our turn next week! ha!!).

So that means I get to update! But nothing to report. The fleas seemed to be winning for a while, but I'm gaining ground (thanks for all the suggestions). The cats see the flea comb and run.

What else? Cheb is still a goofy goober. I finally got a new camera. So I can actually put up some pics. When I'm home, that is. For now, I'll continue blog surfing and annoying my Dutch* co-worker. By the way: I learned that smoked Gouda is an abomination. I also learned how to pronounce Gouda. Yes, we're just that bored today.

*Hey- do people from the Netherlands like being called Dutch? Think I'll go bother him again.

Comments

[nipper jenn]

Ha! Smoked Gouda is like manna from heaven.

[deborah]

hey while you are at it, i've a few questions i need clearing up: What's with the Dutch Boy Paint? Do they jump double Dutch in the Netherlands? When people go 'Dutch' on dates in the Netherlands, does that mean that they both pay there too? Oh, and how did they let South Africa happen? Yeah, and what was up with that Dutch West India Company??? Is that why gangsters are called Dutch?

[Jeff]

And what's with the Dutchboy haircut? And all those bicycles? How 'bout that kooky red light district? And geez, those stinky canals...