T.M.I.

The other day I was talking to one of the mail ladies at work; we were commiserating about the drama we were both dealing with in our jobs.  Trying my best to be positive I said, "Well, I wish you lots of suc-sex...I mean suc-cess!"
She laughed and then said, "Well, I wouldn't mind having more of that too.  It's been a while!"
Feeling pretty embarrassed and awkward, I sorta laughed and then said, "Oh, well, ok then.  Bye." and then I grabbed my cart and left.

Milwaukee Sight-Seeing Boat Tour 2012

A while back I bought a coupon on Groupon for 2 tickets on the Milwaukee Sight-Seeing Boat Tour.  Somehow, I had $10 in Groupon Bucks so it only cost me $10 for two!  Anyway, we had a great time and absolutely loved the sights.  Clinton had a chance to try out his new camera, and I had a chance to edit them and make 'em purdy.

All Things Peter

Hello, my name is Danielle and I absolutely LOVE...my pup (of course I love my husband too, but this post is all about Petey)!  I've put together a bunch of pictures and videos of him and thought I'd post here for record's sake.  Enjoy!

 This is how I found Peter after I heard him licking out my cup...little stinker

Peter's New Trick

 On the way to Wisconsin from Oregon and Peter was the most comfortable of all of us!

 Look at his ear. :)

 GQ

Peter and his new toy

 So pooped.

 Surrendering to "adorable"

Peter gets a new bed and thinks it's a chew toy.

Apparently one shouldn't come between Petey and a rawhide.  Sorry Dexter!

 Family Photo in Door County Wisconsin (yes, this is supposed to be silly)

 We took Peter to a kennel two years ago while we were gone over Christmas and were emailed this photo.  Seems Santa is no respecter of species.

What a Rip

I got a Groupon yesterday that said: "53% off bikini or Brazillian wax!" Location--Yankee Hill."  Ha ha!  Get it?  YANK-ee?

She Who Smelt It, Did NOT "Dealt It"

Every day at work I take "the slow elevator" (the elevator is really old and it's too expensive to update it, so it remains extremely slow) down to the mailroom.  Well, last week there was a mail run that started out like any other mail run--but I tell you now--it did not continue like all prior mail runs.
There I was, standing in the hallway with my mail cart, waiting for the elevator to arrive.  I was innocent and blindsided.  The elevator bell dinged, letting me know the doors were about to open and I could get in, so I stepped in and pushed the B (basement) floor button.  Right as I pushed the button I took a breath and about died--I had been crop-dusted.  The lingering smell of someone else's fart was so overwhelming it clouded my thinking abilities.  "Oh my GOSH!" I cried.  It was like I had been knocked over by a wall of unbelievable fart.  Too slow for the slow elevator, the doors closed before I could get out and I was trapped in there for three floors.  I put my nose inside my shirt and began laughing hysterically.  Oh man, what if the elevator stops, someone gets in and thinks it was ME??  What would I say?  I laughed (with my nose in my shirt) the whole way down to the basement, luckily no one else needed the elevator at the time.  When the doors opened I ran outta there as fast as I could.
Needless to say, I took my sweet time in the basement in the hopes that the elevator would air-out by the time I got back on.  Fortunately for me it did.

I.C.U.P.

I tried Skype-ing with my sister and her kids the other day from my cell phone while I was on lunch at work, but I couldn't get it to work.  We tried several times, but just couldn't make it happen.  This perplexed me.  So, later that evening, while I was getting ready for bed, I started messing with my phone.  I sat down on the toilet (no, I wasn't going on the toilet) and tried Skype-ing Clinton.  To my surprise (and his) it worked!
He:  Are you calling me from the toilet?
Me:  I'm sitting on it.
He:  Is this what people mean when they say "nature calls"?
Me:  (Laughing)  Where do you come up with this stuff?