Free to a good home....scratch that....free to ANY home other than mine. I'm going to seriously be put into some sort of doggy jail for what I feel like doing to Max. Those of you that know me well (which is all of you, hello, not just ANYBODY got the email with my blog site ;o)) know that it's all the about the details for me. I've been searching for months for the perfect sprinkle to go on this little dessert I'm making for a shower I'm hosting a month from now. I go into this gormet cake shop less than a week ago and low and behold, the perfect sprinkles. I got myself a big ole bottle of sprinkles....think of those little rainbow sprinkle bottles on steroids. It's all good, I can use that puppy for years to come. TODAY WHEN I GOT HOME MAX CHEWED OPEN THE THICK, PLASTIC BOTTLE AND ATE ALL 20,000 OR SO SPRINKLES...in the process he also stained parts of my carpet pink. I guess he couldn't finish them so he left a thousand or so on the carpet. This time, as soon as he comes out of his sugar coma he and I are having it out. On the other hand.....if sprinkles are the worst of my problems this week, I guess you can chalk this one off to a successful week. I think I'm going to go see about selling an organ on ebay to raise funds to get enough gas to drive out and buy MORE SPRINKLES!!!! OK....I think I'm done....yep.....pretty much finished with the story.