You remember my coffee maker. Ok, so I've had her in high gear today. By the way, she's become so important to me that I've decided she's a 'her'. To that extent, I've also decided to name her LuLu.

So, I'm on my 4th cup and I decide that the beagles might like a sip. They had been sniffing at me for awhile. What could it hurt? So I find a straw and do the "finger on the end so the stuff doesn't come out" trick and give each of them a few straw-fulls of sweet morning crack. They love it! I gleam with pride that I just made my dogs adore me that much more.

About 15 minutes later, I find myself yelling at them about everything. Moxie and Bo are chasing each other around the couch as fast as their little legs can carry them. I let them go because, for once, they aren't into something. I look up and see that Malachi has climbed to the top of the chaise and leapt onto the filing cabinet. I scold him and tell him to get down - just in time for Bo to start attacking the kitty. I get her to safety and Moxie has eaten something yellow and plastic (still can't tell what it is) and she has remains of it all over her face. So I'm cleaning that up and look up to find Malachi back on top of the filing cabinet. I get him down by using the "eh eh!" scold that sounds like a rabid parrot. By then, Bo is coming after me and launches into my chest, almost knocking me over.

As if I couldn't be more psycho this morning (I've had 4 cups of coffee, man!), I look up and see that *oops* I've missed class. So I do what any internet-loving girl would do. I blame it on my friends at the message board. But, since I'm posting here, I'll also blame it on the dog-children. They all made me do it, profesora!

Afterall, I can't take responsibility for my OWN actions. That would be all...mature...and stuff.

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