Childish, I know

I am seized with the urge to run around yelling "Neener, neener, neener" because of our lovely weather. It's 65 degrees in Santa Clara right now. With small clouds. And a breeze. And no humidity.

I love my state.

What the frog, man?

Today, the fellow with the cube behind mine has brought in something which ribbits. Not often enough to be annoying, fortunately, but it's really surreal to have a frog croaking next door.

Grrrr...

Our *brand new* stove is failing already. Last night the oven failed to bake a potato.


We are not amused.