Finishing out the errandizing, der B and I headed up to the movin' pik-chure thee-a-tur to get our tix for Harry Potter, Part Five, and then to WalMart to get a new toilet seat (and a stack of cheapo DVDs), and some peanut butter at the store. And home again, home again, hippity-hop.
Fletcher, the Dalmatian, is not pleased with the new toilet seat. The old one was cushioned foam, and easy to lift. The new one is hardwood, which is heavier and produces a definate clank when it falls back onto the toilet rim. The clank doesn't bother him, since he's deaf, but he doesn't like how we've made it harder for him to reach his favorite water bowl.