*womfle* – We now own a fun little six-month old Corgi mutt who loves everybody and tries desperately to steal my house slippers. He's golden-brown-orange-ish, and very good in the car.

*pomfy* – I have a massive blister on my hand from killing roadside bushes with a hatchet. It stopped oozing about three today, but it covers pretty much all the skin between my thumb and that first crease line on the palm. Gonna burn for a while.

*shomf* – Tesser jumped from nine-fifty views to nine-seventy-four in the past twenty-four hours. Is that just because of that accursed myO thing I wrote? Criminy. I need to stop slacking and actually write again . . . even though it's been fun catching the Burn Notice marathon today.

(I'm so bloody lazy.)

(I also have to remember to switch default world posts. I keep forgetting that the drop-box isn't in alphabetical order, confound it.)