Itchy itchy

We have a pretty laid back work environment. People can bring their dogs into work if they want (no cats, haven't quite figured that out, but if I ever get a bird or another turtle I'm going to see exactly what animals our little rule discriminates against...). Anywho, the owner of the company has a big ole' lovable chocolate lab. He's extremely laid back ( I think b/c he's feeding off the vibe of 2 60+ year old people 24 hours a day) and friendly. A food thief, and trash digger, but still lovable none the less. Well a couple of days ago a coworker mentioned that while combing through his fur, she noticed a couple of what she thought to be fleas. Ummm, what?!?! So having come out of a meeting, finding a little bug crawling on my desk, I've convinced myself that I have the dog's fleas. I'm one itchy girl and although 95% of it is probably just a mind thing, I think this constitutes a justifiable reason to go home.

Hope you all are having a wonderful day! It's Thursday and you know what that means...Greys! Can you believe Callie and Christina are going to be room-mates?!?!?!

Oh yeah- just a little fyi on the mini: We kept our originally scheduled appt for yesterday (to just double check things after the accident and to keep us on schedule). All still looks great. She's still a she (KJ asked if anything had "popped-up" since last week. Ummm, no love, babies don't grow in pieces. hehehe), and measuring in at 9oz. She was bouncing all over the place so I'm starting to think how upset she'll be as she gets bigger and that space becomes smaller and smaller. Bounce while you can little mini!