It didn't get better...

Actually, it got a lot worse. Work that is. It's over now, finally. I'm actually really moved over to the new group, but not without some scars. It was like breaking up with someone who thought that things could be "worked out". *sigh*

I am now a User Interface Expert...or at least, I'm striving to be one. It has been slow learning the new development software, the somewhat different product, and what it means to be a "User Interface Expert". I think I could be good at it though, because while I can program to my heart's content, I'm not actually really good with computers...afterall, that's why I have Brett right? :)

Well, Chloe had to go in for surgery again -- yet another absess on her back foot. It actually came out quite cleanly, and I think she's doing a whole lot better than before.... But she's back in her cone looking like an animated lamp, and it's so hard not to laugh at her. That's what we get for having a mini rex, apparently they're prone to problems with their back feet. At least she's stopped her self-mutilating habits.

Herbie's still a rabbit who emulates a chicken.

I got myself a new book on the weekend -- Subversive Crossstitch! I hated crossstitching as a kid, but maybe I just needed the right material. :) I've already started my first project, and I'm really excited to see how it turns out. Between this and stamping, I should be good on creative outlets.

Now if only I could get Brett going on the darned back deck, I so want some bbq...