I kind of randomly found this link for a cat carrier with wheels. Of course, the whole site I'm sure is designed for lonely old cat ladies like Eric the Eternal Flame from college, but I think it'd be a whole lot easier to haul the dog around in one those, too. Heck, I used a carrier on wheels for my kids, so why not my cat or dog?

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Can you believe all the crazy-famous people dying lately? Ed, Farrah, and Michael Jackson. Of course, all kinds of people do that dying thing, but I think it struck me hard that Michael Jackson, also a Virgo, was 50. That's only 5 years away for me! It scared the crap out of me. Mike said, "Yeah, he apparently has been gearing up for his concerts in London. And you'd die of a heart attack, too, if you danced like that."

I ate my salad like a good girl, stayed away from seconds, and kept repeating to myself, "I don't want to die at 50."

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Mike has an interview tomorrow with a gaming company: good money, good bennies, lousy neighborhood (Vegas). I need to go press his suit or something. I'm a nervous wreck about it. We did manage to find the shoe bin in the garage though as a result of it, so that to me seems like a good omen. Shoes are always spiffy. I'm supposed to go to the office tomorrow morning, but I know I won't get much done if I do, so I'm going to stay home and hide aka sleep and do laundry.

Ok, so mostly sleep.