I dropped an iron on Lucy’s head this morning. She’s my dog in case you haven’t been here in awhile. She ran over the cord and it pulled out of my hand. It was on - thus hot - but it flipped over and the handle part smacked her square on the head. She yelped. I yelped. Scared the crap out me. I think her too - more so than it actually hurt her, it scared her.

Thank goodness I got a dog before having a baby.

On another note (one not revolving around me harming a puppy). My mom and Roger asked if I’d help out w/ a skydiving event at Crosskey’s in July. “Project Extreme Way - Crosskey’s 2005″ is a four day invitation-only event focusing on extremely challenging 80-way sequential skydives. I used to do that sort of stuff for them when I was in high school - help mail out invites, gather confirmations/payments, look super-important at the event w/ my clipboard - it’s very glamorous. Why wouldn’t I do it again? Well, for one, the last event I worked for Roger was the World Freefall Convention in… wow… maybe 1996 - he fired me about 3 times a day for 7 days. I’m a little more grown up now, so we should be alright.