The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I realized something interesting this past weekend. After three years under Boss Man, I'm like some sort of black belt in bureaucratic infighting. I still refuse to participate, but damn - I can recognize that shit and cut it off at the knees when I need to.

And this place? Should probably be illegal. They'll have a decent website in a month or so, but take my word for it - best pastries in town. By far. I'm resisting the urge as we speak to call and order a (dozen) cake(s). I now need someone I know to get married so I can order them a wedding cake. Oh yes. They might even be open early enough for me to stop by in the mornings on my way to work, which is probably a Bad Idea on many different levels.

I also discovered that Fredericksburg boasts two Thai restaurants, which is insane. Also, according to the Fred Tourism Bureau, "people are sick of the Civil War." I can't begin to tell you how strange this is in a town that has battlefield parks every fifteen feet and a college who's colors are blue and gray.

Even more amazing is the fact that neither Stacey nor I picked up on the school colors thing until after we graduated. Sometimes, we're dumb. Also Yankees.

I can't seem to take three steps without getting ambushed today. Luckily, Gracie is singularly inept when it comes to ambushes, in addition to being Really Tiny.

The dog is less sanguine about the whole situation. I'm very, very amused that our 70+ pound dog is being bullied by a maybe 2 pound kitten who's barely two months old.

Lalala, loose ends - I can't go to bed yet, because I have to go into work late for the next couple of days. I can't leave work until almost 10PM. I'm tired, but if I go to bed now I'll be too tired at work.

Um - looks like the power's about to go, so I may not have a choice...