I still haven't decided on a name. Jeff insists on calling him Meathead, and I'm not having any of that. Sure, we call Buzz Fat Boy, but that's not his name. It is a half ass Clint reference, since he called his dog that in Sudden Impact. He stalks me in the house, too. It's so funny. Whatever room I'm in, he will be in. He doesn't always want food, attention, or to be in my lap, but he'll just sit somewhere so I'm in eyesight. What a sweet boy.

I got a call from a pet detective. This is not the only call I've received from these ambulance chasers, so to speak. My phone number is listed online in several places, as well as in newspapers. It kind of pisses me off. I emailed one guy, after he left me a message to check out his website. I did, but it was inconclusive. I found one article that mentioned an amount of $1800, which probably included his travel expenses from GA to DC. In that case, a good samaritan called a tip to the dog owners, which resulted in his return home. Seems like a lot of money wasted.

I almost bought a pair of Cookie Monster pajama pants. I even tried them on and thought, oh no. I'm too old for this. I didn't see these, though, or I might have reconsidered.

I'm almost done with shopping. I made some progress yesterday, including 2 more gift cards. I've bought gift cards now from 6 different stores. I just have my mother-in-law and sister to buy for. I'll probably give my sister cash, and maybe a purse since I know she was looking for a bigger one. I'm not sure what she'd like, though. She had a little purse that kind of looked like a black Converse hightop sneaker.