The dog ate my sofa, and other not too funny tales

The puppy has lived up to her nickname "PMD" (puppyof mass destruction). In the past week she has eaten 4 remote controls, a cookbook, and the futon sofa. We have purchased a crate and I am sad to say we are going to resort to crating her during the day until she is over teething. It will also help if the boy is more consistent with taking her to the dog park etc. - he's been slacking lately.

Hub's unemployment claim was denied. He is appealing, and who knows what will happen. But hey, it's not like we need the money for food or gas or anything. Let's just say things are going to start getting pretty tight.

I am working from home today. The boy was throwing up this morning. But last week when he didn't feel good he never went in once he got up, so today I intend to be here to help encourage him to go in late rather than missing the whole day.

I was awake from 2 until 5. Not good.