Klowns in my Koffee

I primed, primed, and painted today while Mr. T and Attila the Son attended a Cub Scout Camporee at Fort Snelling. According to the website, it's Historic Fort Snelling, perhaps to keep the public from confusing it with Psychedelic Fort Snelling or Lemon Chiffon Fort Snelling.

As for painting, I'm beginning to cherish not having a larger house.

Has anyone seen my coffee cup? I mean the great big one that I got on Day 170. It was there in the living room reading a newspaper with a faraway look when I went to bed last night and this morning it was gone. There was a single piece of paper on the floor with this cryptic message scrawled in creamer: "See ya later, toots."

Anyway, if you see my cup, please tell it to come on home. We can work this out. I promise.

I found out from a business acquaintance that "Porkus," my former and dysfunctional employer, has purchased a quantity of the high tech computer interactive displays colloquially called smart screens. This is like giving a laser to a hamster.

Unless they are again battling the "oh, a shiny thing" issue with executive management, I conclude that they must be selling them to a customer since Porkus doesn't do any of the functions (training, planning or meetings) where these devices are most used. My son's third grade room has one but it seems a trifle advanced for a company where only one person knew how to use the PA system and the CEO routinely set off the security alarm.