Tumnus always rides shotgun when I drive.  Usually he lays down within petting range and relaxes along the way.  Now, since I've moved to Chicagoland, I will readily admit that I am a more aggressive driver.  I drive safely, but apparently Tumnus thinks that I sometimes brake too hard.  When that happens he'll sit up and back up in the seat to brace himself, even though I've never even come close to tumbling him off the seat.

Little critic.

Got LOTS to do today.  Already went running and cleaned the bathroom - now I've got to clean the rest of my apartment, go to a staff meeting, hit Target, hit the grocery, hit the bank, hit Hippie Mart, bake brownies, and assemble any other foody things I might need - got three friends coming for the weekend, so yays!  And I get to leave work early on Saturday.  And Tumnus is getting a bath tomorrow, but he doesn't know it yet.  Oh, and I have a staff meeting today at work, and a meeting tonight for the youth group leaders.

But before I do any of this, I feel like I need to make a list so I can feel productive when I cross stuff off.  Because making a list isn't procrastinating at all.

Here I go!!

Like Kurusawa I make mad films / 'Kay I don't make films / But if I did they'd have a samurai

Jake the Wonderdog refuses to ride shotgun and instead always sits in the middle of the middle seat of the minivan. And I HAVE tumbled him off the seat before and I feel bad, but he looks so funny I still laugh.