That dog banning thing - it didn't work. I'm afraid that sleeping in our bed is cemented in Wes' consciousness - it is the world as Wes knows it. Every morning Wes wakes up pressed up against Steve, soaking up his powerful sleep vibes, and this morning was no different, in spite of me kicking him out of the bed five times last night. I heard him walk down the stairs and jump on the recliner last night, but this morning, there he was.

So, following a suggestion of my mom's I ordered a new tick repellent and then I decided to get the the super toxic tick collar to go with it.

Last night Steve and I went out with Jes and Leland to see a band called The Rhythm Method at a club called The Old Egg. We thought that was pretty funny.