Megan and Mirabelle came over to follow up on my best friend EVER nomination. While Megan had her massage, Mirabelle and I played, mostly walking up and down one stair, over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

At one point, Megan handed Mirabelle one of the sausages left at the communal dinner. After a few moments, we realized that Mirabelle was much better at coordinating the sausage transfer:

Kris likes his question of the day. He asks them nearly randomly, but consistently daily. He has, however, started asking other people questions, instead of just me, which is both nice (someone else has to ponder them!) but sad (I don't get to ponder them!). He asked today's question to a coworker (the best hugger in the world, I might add), so I was asked the refined question instead of the original. The question assumed the person being asked the question both is liberal and votes along Democratic Party lines.

It went something like, "If a candidate were running, say for governor, on a platform of reducing per-capita emissions, and to do this, is going to implement some easy impact changes immediately, say,

• forced spare-the-air days where you don't have a choice about not driving to work: you'd have to bike, take public transportation, walk or ride with the part of the population that can drive that day,
• or, if a car doesn't meet efficiency standards, it's not allowed to be on the road on certain days, tickets will be issued on certain days,
• or, following the car efficiency standards, they would be more strict than they currently are,
• or, you have to pay to drive on the freeway, and you need to purchase a fastpass to do so,
• or, you can drive only a certain number of days a month, using public transportation or carpooling on other days.

The idea here being, the candidate would issue hard and fast rules for the next 3 years, and everyone would see results. Guaranteed.

So, the question is, would there be a point where it becomes so inconvenient to your lifestyle that you couldn't vote for this candidate?"

Kris' questions are getting more involved.

The coworker he asked apparently not only said he'd vote for the candidate, but he also jumped on the bandwagon, offering a few more suggestions of control. When Kris asked me about the question, I jumped on it, too. I suspect none of the rules would actually hold up in any legal court, the summation of all of them causing undue financial hardship on a large number of citizens.

My suggestion was to mandate auto-off at stop for all cars. The engine of Kris' Honda Civic Hybrid turns off when it's out of gear and fully stopped. The amount of gas wasted at stop lights completely frustrates me, especially along streets with poorly timed lights.

I swear, whatever entity designed this whole menstruation thing should be shot. If I ever meet up with whatever force, being, god, whatever who thought that bleeding every month was a good idea (I'm thinking it would have to be male to think this was a good idea), and he can't guarantee I get to be the boy for every other reincarnation I experience, I'm leading the Rebellion.

And I will win.

I can tell these things.

After class today, I wasn't feeling particularly good. Instead of trying to push through the feelings of "eh." and missing small group practice because of another stupid migraine (though I'm not exactly saying I could have prevented last week's if I had just gone to sleep, I could say that and feel comfortable with that statement), I decided to nap. And, in my usual "Let's not waste any time with this napping thing," I put a load of laundry into the washing machine, grabbed a dog, wandered to the bed and fell asleep.

A half hour later, from the depths of sleep I vaguely heard the dogs barking. At least I think they were barking: I recall being annoyed they were barking, but who knows if they were really barking or not.

After an hour or so later, I finally woke up. I needed to get ready for small-group practice, so I pulled out various clothes, changed into them, and wandered out to the garage to move the laundry to the dryer, maybe start another load. Waste no time here!

To be greeted by this:

Water filled our garage, damaging everything on the floor from the washing machine to the front of the house. Turns out, the dogs were barking, and they were trying to say, "Yo! Wake up! A plastic bag fell into the sink where the washing machine drains, blocking the drain! It's causing the laundry water to overflow the sink into the garage and out the front. Come quickly to save your crap!"

Because, well, my dogs have moments of brilliance like that.

Too bad I don't.