Ok, group hug. No, wait, that's for sissies. We need to drink of the hop. Umm, when we can afford it, that is.

Thanks to Bill, the soundtrack to Friday morning is "Berserker" from the Clerks cd. Except, I keep changing the lyrics to fit Kudra ("yes I am a little dog - DESTRUCTOR! yes my teeth are nice and long - DESTRUCTOR!!"). Bill and I have decided that Kudra is receiving messages from Satan via the living room fire, which she spends almost every evening staring into. That is, when she's not bouncing us, chewing cushions, or trying to scarf any food/paper/cupboards at a level of lower than 3 feet in the kitchen.