three unrelated statements

It was, perhaps, not the best idea in the world to remind Lily about the existence of ping-pong balls this weekend. I completely forgot that I've got temporary downstairs neighbors this week. Oops.

Pirate Radio was very silly, and very British, and has a decent soundtrack. It's not on the list of Great Movies, but I liked it. (Does Kenneth Branagh have a contract rider that says if he's in a movie, Emma Thompson has to be in it too?)

I wish this month's credit card bill would show up so I can get the heart attack over with. The ATA conference and the vet bill are both going to be on this one.