Dear Bailey and Sasha:

You both have meant so much to me over the last eleven years. When I've been depressed or down, you have always been there with your wonderful listening skills and your coat to be stroked. You both truly are this Man's Best Friend.

But if you ever again bark all night in the backyard, preventing me from sleeping until almost four in the morning, I will take you to the nearest Chinese place and sell you, telling the man that your name is "chicken."

Love,
Tim

So I didn't sleep much last night. In fact, I'm wondering now if I slept at all. The bags under my eyes are being studied by the people at Coach, they might make a new line based on their shape and size. Of course, I'm prone to hyperbole, so you might not believe me.

In addition to the dogs barking all night, I am experiencing a fair amount of stress at work. It's crazy. I love every second of it, but it's nuts. I will be less stressed soon. We are about to make a decision about something that will help me plan the rest of my year. Yeah. That big of a decision. And my Executive Director is listening to me and my assesments of the different products and using that data to make her decision. Yes, I know that's how it works, and that's what I'm paid to do (being a so-called "expert") but it puts a lot of burden on me. I think once the decision is made, I'll feel way better. In fact, I know I will.

Enough of that...

I have lots to say, but not much time to say it. See you later!

Not gonna post my photoshops, eh? Uh Huh. I see. I"ll have to handle this.