So Sunday I spent most of the day at my Favorite Husband's place of work while he did some stuff. I occasionally go down there, lured by promises of sushi and the claim that it will only be "for an hour or two". Mojo knows better than to believe THAT, but she has a weakness for sushi and for my Favorite Husband and it doesn't take much persuading.

My Favorite Husband was in the shop doing his engineering stuff, which I pretend is mildly interesting when in fact it has a great deal to do with things I care very little about. Which puts me out in the reception area unsupervised, which is never a good thing. Since it is a Sunday and the doors are locked I cannot do too much to endanger the company's standing with their customers, but I get bored surfing the web and occasionally trying to best my incredible score of THREE WINS IN A ROW of Spider Solitaire set at the most difficult level. Because those are the sort of meaningless goals Mojo clings to to give her life meaning.  MORE Mojo! »