Hugs instead of biscuits

Sunday.  I get to work today.  Yesterday was busy in a weird way.  We had a lot of crazy customer calls and questions.  At this time of year people don't rush to have carpet installed.  As one customer told me "I'm not going to put in new carpet to have all of my friends and family tramping all over it."  Of course, there are those superficial few out there who feel they need to show off.  If you need to impress people by putting in new carpet, then maybe they're not worth impressing.
I saw that Jim Jordan lost his bid to become Minority Speaker in a really big time way.  So will the crazy to the right Freedom Foundation see this as a sign?  Of course not.  That entail their taking the effort to try and understand.  It would mean they needed to actually question their values, their ethics, and...(hahaha) their tactics.  No way.  They will fail because they chose a particular harsh mind set and then failed to evolve.  This makes perfect sense when you remember they don't believe in evolution.  That's a bad word.  It implies change.  They will fight change until the very end of their existence.  Things evolve to eliminate the failures.  Their need for strict compliance in their narrow minded beliefs will never be successful.  This is something they will never understand.  Every time they open up their mouths to complain, just wave and say 'goodbye.'
Oh, and I've put Biggie on a diet.  He's a big dog and hip dysplasia is fairly common in big dogs.  It's better to be safe then sorry.  Besides, I don't want a really big expense down the line.  So, the tagline right now when he comes back inside is "hugs instead of biscuits."  I do know he loves the big hugs.  But, I also know he would most likely prefer the tasty Gravy Bone biscuit.  Even Lily is beginning to get a bit of a sag in her belly, though I chalk some of that up to the fact that she's 5 years old.
On my way home from work this evening, I'm going to have to stop off at my local Giant.  I've been asked to bring Green Bean Casserole for Thanksgiving.  "Not a big pan," my sister said.  There are only going to be about 7 or 8 of us.

Last year's big pan

Shit, I don't think I have a little pan.

If I get a chance, this evening I'll take an updated picture of myself as Alexios.  He apparently works out more than I do.