"Stuff Happens"

This article has brought me some much-needed joy today.

"Stuff" does indeed happen, Mr. Rumsfeld. But we can do our best to safeguard ourselves from aforementioned stuff.

I'll not get into the "stuff" that transpired at the National Museum of Iraq, nor the abysmal lack of follow-through by people that should have known better. This documentary makes the whole dog-and-pony show seem even worse in retrospect.

Re: Stuff. It happened in my house this morning! Unlike the former administration, we have a giant jug of Kids 'n Pets, just in case our efforts don't work.

Our contractor came over at around 9:30 and the dogs were awful. Pickle barkbarkbarked and jumped and clawed at the door in his typical "this is my mom and you won't hurt her under any circumstances unless you want to pet me" mode. Scout barked and ran in circles because she wasn't sure what else to do. Bess proceeded to crap on the carpet; our contractor looked on in horror. What the hell, Bess? His "yeah, right" expression in response to my claims that she's old but she's never done this were pretty classic.

All in all, a fun morning. But stuff happens, after all.

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