This morning I discovered that my favorite pair of jeans has a rip in an inconvenient spot.   And they're pretty much my only pair...I mean, I have another pair that I'm wearing now, but they're my nicer ones and I only wear them when I need to be slightly-dressy-but-not-really.  So this means I have to go shopping today.  Ugh.  I try to avoid the mall on weekends but I have no choice.  And I really hate shopping for jeans.  It is so dang hard to find a pair that fit right.  I'm going to the Gap first, though...I find a lot of pants there for work, so logically, I should be able to find jeans there, too, right?  Right????

Tumnus had his intro to tooth-brushing yesterday.  I wanted to wait until he was done teething so it wouldn't bother him so much.  He's got some schnazzy poultry-flavored toothpaste that he thinks is just fantastic.  And when I was at the dentist last week, the hygienist gave me an extra toothbrush for Tumnus.  His is orange and blue with red, yellow, and blue bristles, and there's a picture of some undead skeleton-thing on the handle.  So now I know we won't get our toothbrushes mixed up.   Right now he's more interested in eating the toothpaste than anything else, but at least he's letting me do it.  I had to remove nine rotten teeth from some unfortunate old poodle last week, and there is NO WAY I am letting my dog's teeth get that bad.

Little bit more pressure for Tumnus since his mommy is a vet.  He's got a list of things he's not allowed to do: 1. be overweight, 2. have bad teeth, 3. behave badly (still working on this one) , or 4. eat something I have to surgically remove.