Friday, February 12, 2010

Rain, Rain, Go Away ...

We're right in the middle of a storm. Thunder, lightning, heavy rain. I hate it and so do the dogs. Quila is running around barking wildly at every crack of thunder and flash of lightning, Chi is beside me quivering underneath the desk, and Tony ... ? He's sitting at his computer, cool as a cucumber, telling us not to stress.

No Excuses!

Imagine ... It's late at night. You're surfing the Web—skimming the news, checking your e-mail, watching some YouTube. You enter some information for a weight analysis. A couple of minutes later your name comes roaring through the computer speakers.

“I want a word with you!”