I can help you out, but you have to wait until Monday. Superchick and I are vendors at a Green Living Expo thing at the History Museum tomorrow, and I’m hoping to sell the last of my stuff.

I found a baggie of something tossed into my compost bin. It was too wet to really see if it was pot, but I appreciated the thought.

Sorry to hear about the coffeehouse being buttheads. This is a completely different scenario, one that I was just bitching to Drew about yesterday, that came to my head after reading your first few paragraphs. It makes me insane at work when we return a dog to its owner, waive the pickup or medical fee, and they can’t even give us a small donation especially when you know they have some bucks. Take for example, an older dog we picked up a while back that was blind and deaf, stumbling around without a collar. A few days after getting the dog, someone called in to give us a lost report for their dog. Yeah, two days later! Anyway, we told them we had a match, they come in, and its a happy reunion. Judging from their address, they live in a well-off part of town. We waived the pick up fee ($65), and they didn’t give us a donation. Seriously, can’t you even slip us a tenner for keeping your animal safe and fed for two days? Christ! Don’t you see our overcrowded shelter crumbing all around us?

P.S. Summer is AWESOME.