Secret Agent Man gets a little help with his WITSEC deal

My niece decided to help Uncle Secret Agent Man by disguising him as a "sheep dog".

Uncle Secret Agent Man's new look is stylin'.

Hey, I just realized that Uncle Secret Agent Man = Uncle SAM. How 'bout that?
And now, for your viewing pleasure...

Speaking of...

It's Sunday, which is typically a day of rest. It is, however, not the case around here. I don't know why but Sunday's lately have been awful busy at 911. Don't people have anything better to do on Sunday? Don't people know I have BLOGGING to do!? Sheesh!

Wait...what? I should be working while I'm at work? Pshaw. I'd so rather be home with Secret Agent Man.

Speaking of SAM, he's a lousy husband. I believe he is home right now being lazy and seeding the back hill, paying bills and doing laundry. What a guy! No, seriously he is awesome! He also makes me dinner when I am too tired to do it, takes me purse shopping, and tells me I'm beautiful all the time. Being Mrs. Secret Agent is a pretty good deal.

Speaking of being beautiful, however, I have decided I need to be less beautiful. About 40 lbs less beautiful. (For the record - desk jobs suck.) So SAM and I have been discussing diets and a walking regimen. I clearly need more exercise. Going out for beer and pizza apparently does not count. (Who made that rule, anyway?)

Speaking of exercise, though, we did get a Wii recently. With the intent that we would maybe do some Wii Sports or something. Alas, no. We are completely hooked on a series of Raving Rabbids games.
Oh. My. Gosh. I have not laughed so much in a long time! (Laughing is exercise, right?) For anyone not familiar with the Rabbids, you do crazy things like shoot plungers at them,

race warthogs, and dance dance your booty off! (That's my favorite part...although I checked this morning and sadly, my booty is still all there.)

(For those of you who know and love the little darlings, go here...there's an interesting post about their creation.)
Anyway, it's great fun, but so far it's not doing much to erase my beer and pizza calories.
Damn.

So, still speaking of diets, anyone got any good suggestions? I need a diet I can stick with, that doesn't include fish, brussels sprouts, garlic, cauliflower, zucchini, jelly beans, ice cream, chocolate, donuts, any kind of cupcake...oh wait...I got off track there.

Speaking of cupcakes...
...where I work we have restrooms right across the hall from our main door (I know, stay with me here...). Needless to say, we try to keep air freshener in there at all times. We have to buy our own, so we take turns. A couple days ago a new one showed up, some kind of Febreze something or other.
Now, I am leery of air "fresheners" because they are usually way too strong and give me a headache. But this one....this one.... um, it's just wrong. It smells like vanilla cupcakes.
What the hell Febreze?
I guess it's probably great for the kitchen. But, y' know, I smell a nice vanilla cupcake and hey - I want one!
Kinda disturbing in the bathroom.
I'm just sayin'.

Great, now I want cupcakes and here I am with my rabbit food lunch. It's very frustrating. Think I'll go home and shoot me some Rabbids.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

It's Secret Agent Man's birthday today!
Yea!

Happy Birthday, Honey! I love you!

What do you do when ...

...someone breaks your husband's heart?
My husband, Secret Agent Man, as previously posted here, works for a Contractor that carries government contracts. He is not CIA, as some people like to pretend he is. But his job still carries a lot of weight and he and all his guys have to have security clearance. S.A.M. takes great pride in hand picking his guys and hiring only the best.
One of his fairly recent hires we had high hopes for. Last summer we had a BBQ and invited his crew, along with the New Guy and New Guy's wife. They seemed really nice. They seemed to be smart and funny and not all wrapped up in some of the petty left over high school crap that some guys in their 40's are still dealing with.

Boy, were we wrong.
New Guy turned out to be Major Asshole.

Over the past month or so he has done everything he possibly can to get his immediate boss in trouble, and his boss' boss (which would be my husband) and has even gone over all their heads to the Big Boss. Apparently he is trying to actively get them all fired by saying they authorized him to do illegal stuff. He has stolen, lied and compromised security for God knows what purpose. It's all coming out in the wash now, but the Asshole has managed to really upset my husband, who is the most upright, honest guy I've ever known. He is taking it personally, which he should.

So tonight after work, S.A.M. and his best bud went out for beers and hot wings and bitching. The more he drank, the more pissed off he got. The more pissed off he got, the more he drank. Which of course just caused him to get more upset. By the time we both got home (me from work) everything was just a big mess.
Anyway, after discussing how to perforate a kidney in a dark alley (just kidding on S.A.M.'s part. I hope.) and wanting to cut off Major Asshole's testicles and shove him down his throat (my idea, because he's obviously not man enough to deserve them) I finally got hubby calmed down. He even started singing (if you can call it that), "Cinnamon Girl" of all things.

I left him to get ready for bed, which he was doing in his bathroom (the "master" bathroom) and I went in mine (I have permanently commandeered the "guest" bathroom because the "master" is so small, so beware if you ever come to visit).
At this time, Our Missy Kitty comes upstairs because she's good at giving sympathy in the form of purrs and ankle rubs. S.A.M. starts talking to her and singing "Cinnamon Girl" to her and then I hear this:
"What Missy? You saw Neil Young in concert in Moosejaw in 1982? Really?"
pause
"...and you have the tshirt to prove it? Wow!"

I think he's going to be just fine.