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[sandandwater]

Ro and I took Mr. Beaker to the park earlier today and wore my dear puppy dog out. He doesn't quite have the concept of

fetch

down yet, but he'll chase anything you throw for him. I guess it's a good thing both Ro and I are pretty good with a Frisbee. We ended up playing more of a 'monkey in the middle' game with Mr. Beaker than anything else.

When I left for work Mr. Beaker was fast asleep and sleeping quite hard in the middle of the living room floor. Frisbee tucked under his chin. He's just the most adorable thing ever. Love my puppy.

Now I'm listening to Breaker Street's Saturday night sound check and warm up. I'm crushed. You'd think for his biggest fan, Rory Stone would take requests but he just won't do it. I even asked politely. Sweetly. And gave him several options to choose from.*

It's going to be a good night, the band looks great, sounds better and I just won a 'who can stuff more cherries into their mouths' contest with the other waitresses. Don't ask, we're just being silly and completely juvenile tonight.

I hope Ro didn't see the disgusting way I spit the fruit back out into a glass.

The bartenders had to pony up ten bucks each for the tip jar for that one.

I should really go take the bottled water over to the stage and finish setting up so I can open the front doors.

*MmmBop, Centerfold, Gold Digger, Sexyback, Dancing Queen, You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman...