There's a JAG Marathon on USA Network all day and of course Mrs. F is watching it although she's seen them all so many times she probably has every script memorized. I'm going to head upstairs to make drinks and prepare the caviar. One of our little indulgences, there is nothing better with caviar than a dry vodka martini (and no fucking olives, pickled pearl onions).
The dog is still mad at us because she's still a little damp. But Mrs. F is happy that her little monster is clean and that's what counts. This'll probably be the last for the day (unless something worth writing about comes up) so I'll say good night now.