My Mom broke three wine glasses this morning while putting up the dishes. She was too preoccupied with her cut wrist (she cut herself) to realize that Zim was trying to eat some of the broken glass. You just can't win with that dog. I hope he doesn't learn the hard way.
That's about all from here. I suppose I should go so I can make sure I'm ready. They don't have internet at their house, so no entries from me until tomorrow afternoon. I'll be back.