Attack of the bubbly

I'm supposed to do a lot of things today, but I guess i should have thought of that before I had that last glass of sparkling white at the Birkenstock christmas party. I still hold the individual sales record though, I'm so proud.

I taught our friends Jack Russell "George" to fetch yesterday. Its a vast improvement on the "run to the ball and chew it for an hour" game he usually plays. He suffers from separation anxiety, and when our friends Renee and Scott (and also Mikl) leave for the day he barks and yelps and cries and cries, until Aunty Nessie the Hungover Housewife gets up and can't open the back glass doors as she doen't have a key. A few phonecalls late and I'm the proud babysitter of a dog thats just learnt to fetch.

Must remember that I don't like to feel like this.