Mondays are a gas

Phrase of the week, courtesy of my blogfriend Mo:

That guy is so anal, when he farts only dogs can hear it.

In other, less exciting Monday news:

I've been in touch with some painters to come give me an estimate on painting the garage.

The roofers who already gave me their estimates are getting antsy. I need to just pick one and set a date.

Working on my latest project for the U, I'm learning more about pulp and paper technology than I ever expected to.

I'm having a problem with my Google calendar — it refuses to open a certain recurring event so I can update it. I'm having e-mail conversations with the Google help squad about it.

I'm done with the humidity, thanks. You can have it back.