Dog: "Woman, I adore thee. Let me show you how much I adore thee."

Woman: "No, really. You don't have to."

Dog: "No, I must show you how much I adore thee. I will now vomit at your feet."

Sploorrrtttt

Woman: "Gee thanks."

Zeus continues to be unwell, so he's going back to the vet this morning. They took blood from him last time, so I'll also be able to find out the results of those tests. He's eating fine, but then he barfs it all back up again in a few hours. I woke up this morning to dog vomit everywhere, but at least he was nice enough to put the majority of it in the kitchen where it was easy to clean up on the linoleum. We skipped doggie school last night, and instead he decided to lie on the couch with me and put his head in my lap.

I had a major scare yesterday when I suddenly realized that I hadn't filed my homestead exemption yet. I called the tax assessor's office in a slight panic, and was extremely relieved to find out that the deadline was April 15th, and not the 1st as I had feared. The last thing I need is to suddenly have to cough up property taxes. But since I did file in time I now will owe zero property taxes since the homestead exemption is very high in Louisiana and my property is assessed very low. Ya gotta love it.

I also need to finish up my Mississippi taxes today. I did my federal taxes ages ago, but haven't had the will to sit down and do the state taxes. I'm going to have to file Louisiana taxes too, even though I'm not going to owe them anything, since I did actually live in the state for a couple of months of 1998.

And I'd planned on going to see MATRIX last night, but there was a bad accident on the interstate with a tanker carrying liquid hydrogen (can you say really big boom?), so the interstate was closed and all traffic was being diverted through Slidell, and traffic was a friggin nightmare, and my mother was almost two hours late getting home, so my dad and I went out to dinner kinda late, and I didn't want to go to a late show, so I'll just go see it this weekend instead.

My dad (who worked in the space program for about 40 years) told me a nifty fact about hydrogen fires: They burn with a clear flame, so you can't see where the fire is. I want to put that in a story somewhere, since it's such an interesting bit of info.