With No One As Witness

I post. I don't post. I post. I don't post. There is no means to the madness. I am trying to get my new office together. Guess what, nothing is free. Of course, I knew that. Case in point, I am not a big fan of flat paint. I find it cheap and relatively useless. So today I purchased the paint I will be using in my office that will do nothing but improve it, if nothing else because it is an eggshell finish and not flat. I want to do something really funky, like this.... but alas, my office is not that big and my clients are not hiring me for my creativity. I figure I can save the funky style for my house, but perhaps being a bit more conservative at my office is in order, since I do live in the bible belt and this is a conservative state. Oh, the suppression.

I find myself with a dilemma. I love my dogs. And I am cheap. So I have dogs that shed, but don't require grooming. Which is great. But along with being cheap, I just don't like shedding. Because dog hair. On everything. Particularly up my nose. Normally I just have to clean more often than usual, which isn't a huge problem except I would rather sleep, do laundry, work, hang with the kids, read, etc. instead of cleaning up dog hair. This weekend, I sucked it up on the cheapness and splurged on a furminator. I am not going to lie, this thing is my new best friend. I love it. Granted, it doesn't work so well on my beloved, who has like the shortest hair EVER, but it works beautifully on darling Skippy Jon Jones, who tolerated being furminated very well. I also think if I ever get a collie, I'm naming it furminator. Because I can.