Two weeks out from the less than glorious events of July 3rd, things are starting to look up.

We took Faith’s cone off today and she’s now leaving her unbandaged toe alone.  Veterinary pharmaceuticals are to be credited here.

We found out the other day that the Jeep will be repaired instead of totaled.  Regardless of the fact that it’s 15 years old and has over 200k miles on it, we weren’t looking forward to replacing it.

Big picture, I don’t think anything has been right in this world since June 28th at about 10 am eastern time.

So I’m sitting here letting the laptop live up to it’s name as I drum my fingers on it in hopes that I can churn up some creative joo-joo which will help me complete this blog.  If you haven’t figured it out by now, writers block can be a major bitch on you when you have a daily post to produce.

I’ve got Discovery Channel up and running and am figuring out that they appear to have Monday nights dedicated to gators and the brave souls who capture/rescue them.

Meanwhile, Wifey and Juniorette are searching the domain for Juniorette’s social security card.  She’s going to need it at the DMV tomorrow when she applies for her *shudder* learner’s permit.

Junior has to go get his own license renewed as well.  It’s expired with his 18th birthday, and he has to have valid identification before the TSA will abuse his 4th amendment rights prior to flying up to his new school for Freshman orientation this week.

If the good people at the DMV have read my blog from earlier in June, they will have corrected the spelling of the word “queue” on one of their display monitors.  You sit in that place for 8-10 hours, you tend notice a thing or two and memorize all of the signage.  That’s regardless of missing ‘u’s and ‘e’s.

Wanna bet they haven’t fixed it yet?