Filched chicken finger
Utini just flipped my tray and bogarted my last chicken finger. I quickly recovered it from his mouth, but it was a bit doggie sogged. I don’t think the five second rule counts if it falls in someone’s mouth. Neither of us get it now.
I’m getting close on the Web site I’ve been putting together for my college professor. He gave me the text today and the photographer brought over the images. I’ve been sizing and optimizing all afternoon and evening. I might finish it tonight and only have to do some touch-ups later in the week.
Update: 11:53 p.m. — OK, I think the site is done now. Check it out here if you want to.