It is time to brush the dog.

This is not an euphemism.

This slacker dog just refused to clean up the corn muffin batter I spilled.

I want a refund.

In other news, I had a great climbing night tonight. And actually sent something on the slab wall rated as a 5.10. (which was, shall we say, idiosyncratically rated, but I'll take it anyway. Really it was like a 5.8. But since the alleged 5.5 next to it was actually harder, I think the new routesetter is on ratings crack.)

Also, bruised the hell out of myself in falls totally unrelated to the alleged 5.10! On which I never fell. :-P

In narcissism-related news, transcript of that Absolute Write chat here.