Showing the girls the wonders of "I Can Has Cheezburger" and found this guy. I want him so bad I could die from it.

We actually got a guinea pig, though. Have to have caged animals here in the new apartment so I went to the pet store and came home with Tommy, as the girls have named him. But we actually mostly just call him Pig. It works. And he's a messy smelly little guy so it works on a few levels even. Fun though for them. They can't wait to come home every day and see him. He's like a rockstar. A tiny, stinky little rockstar.

I'm a little too tired for a full catching-up entry here, but wanted to eke out a quick howdy to any of you who still stop by. I miss you all a ton and send big long-distance hugs and kisses -- unless of course you're a stranger who happened onto this page. Then you just get a weird look and a handshake.