Myriad

Do you have any idea when you are supposed to say "A myriad of things" as opposed to just "myriad things"? I have never found a clear, understandable definition. Irksome.

But I do have many things to tell y'all, in no particular order.

1. Blogger screws up my leading all the time. I hate it. (For those of you not proofreader losers such as my own self? Leading is the space between the lines. I am literally trying to see between the lines.) You can't put in a picture or a drop quote or ANYTHING without your type getting all squishy. Unacceptable. Next year, when I do my health blog? I am going to Typepad.

2. There is a guy? Here in this town? Who has TWO purebred BORDER COLLIE doggie-doos for FREE. FREE. I talked to him last night, and it turns out he knows the hoo-ha at our real estate agency, and he's gonna see if he can't get that "no dogs" policy lifted. Can you imagine? I always said I'd never get a purebred unless it was a rescue thing and it IS! Trying not to get too excited about my new dog, who I love more than life itself.

3. Today is haircut day. My grandfather always used to ask me, "Why don't you just get a butch haircut?" (It always annoyed my grandmother that he said funny things. But you know what? I remember them all. Aunt Mary, what was the thing he said about Jumbo's ass? That one is escaping me.) I may take him up on that. I think all that dyeing out of a box ruined it. I will certainly let you know, as it could be a terrible consequence of not spending.

4. I've got more, but I'm late for my 45-second commute. Every day on the drive to work, I think "Get me to the church on time!" heh. I am hilarious in my own head.