In other news I came home to the smallest dog (Honey) bouncing and barking and bouncing and barking. Much as she does when she's excited. I wandered into my room to find out why.
The pile of magazines Stacey had left (junky horrible teen mags with stories like OMG some fat celebrities! and Does he really want to kiss you?) on my bedroom floor were no longer a pile and more of a carpet of finely shredded paper. Good dog. She looked ever so pleased with herself.