Sunday is the Krewe of Mutts, which regular readers will recognize as the Mardi Gras parade in Baton Rouge for dogs. This year's theme is "The Good, the Bad, and the Furry." My best costume idea is to dress the dogs like WW2 American soldiers. Then, I'll have Vanya dressed as a Nazi, pulling the wagon with Kolya in there, wearing a gray suit and a Hitler mustache.

At the risk of jinxing it, we've had nothing but lovely weather this month. A little rain, but nothing like usual in the winter, and the usual post-rain cold weather has so far failed to materialize. We've had some cool mornings, but in truth, it's been warm enough for shorts every day.

Of late, I've been crippled with fear of posting to my blog. The topic that came right to mind was the outrageously good football season that we were having, but when it comes to football fandom, I hold superstitions, and that ridiculous part of my brain doesn't allow me to deviate from whatever routine I was able to establish when the wins were coming.

A description of my post.

A description of my post.

A football rant, some Halloween info, and another little rant about local law enforcement.

Wrong number this morning. "May I speak to Mary?"

Perhaps you heard (or maybe you caught it two posts ago) that we were recently in Russia. You can probably guess what we were doing, but unlike 2007, when we did something similar, we've been asked not to publicly share stories, details, or pictures.

The story of our trip has to revolve around Balls Alley. The spot where we stayed in Nassau had a road that runs from West to East, right along the coast. If you want to get from West to East, you take a parallel road a bit farther inland. Every quarter mile or so, there are roads perpendicular to the coast that let you go between the two directional streets.

This afternoon, I stepped outside to make a phone call. Not because I needed to have a private conversation. I was the only one home. I went outside, because AT&T can't find a way to provide a wireless signal that reaches into my house. I couldn't live in a more central, busy part of town, by the way.

This is the First Law of Broken Glass

I guess I'll fess up and admit that I've been blog cheating on you guys, but so far, I've only been doing it a little bit. I've got two new blogs up, and neither of them is really meant to shed any insight on my life, or even to entertain. So if you're a regular reader here, you won't be interested. But still.