Rusty: We just realized we are posting an appropriate song for today. Life really is a train ride. And we must be riding in front of the engine. We can clearly hear the engine throbbing. Or perhaps that pulsing noise in our ears is left from Jan's loud screech, Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo, and a word Jan says is on our bad word list. (So how come it isn't on hers?)
Crystal: We'd like to forgive her because we know she had a bad day. She never even changed out of her wet shoes and socks until bedtime. She just sat at the computer and concentrated on redoing designs. She discovered Zazzle has two different PPIs listed and she was using the lower one. So she had to redo everything she's done so far. And then .... she got confused for a moment, clicked the wrong button, and two and a half hours of work went POOF and disappeared. That's when Jan screeched and we all ran around bumping into each other in absolute terror. We thought there was a fire or something life-threatening was happening. But no, it was just Jan having a seizure moment.
Buddy, to the typist: Psst, Percy, I think you mean a senior moment.
Percy: Well, whatever. The good part was we couldn't hear ourselves complain about our dinner being late. Very late.
Cyndi: We hope Jan will get her act together tomorrow and not accidentally asphyxiate a space heater's pilot light again. She might not have noticed, seeing as how she was dressed for the Antarctic, but it was cold in here while we waited for a neighbor to come by and relight it. She could have at least offered us a hot toddy or something warm.
Merci: Oh, and Jan says we dogs are getting a surprise tomorrow.
Cotton: Wait a minute, you dogs... What about us cats?
Sam: We don't know what it is. But if it's edible, we keep it. If it's cleaning supplies, you cats can share them.
Cameron: While we recuperate from today's mishaps, we will leave you with something upbeat. To read the poem "Train of Life" and listen to Patsy Cline and Willy Nelson sing "Life's Railway to Heaven," click here.