How does one remove the smell of soured milk from rugs/upholstery?  I dumped an entire commuter mug's worth of milk and coffee in the passenger side of my car, and it's lingering even after a thorough (I thought) sponge bath.  Any suggestions?

Jeff refuses to get in the car, though Lefty doesn't mind it at all.

It's hot and dry here lately.  I feel sorry for Lefty.  We help him out where we can, and he seems appreciative:


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Last year our apple tree produced approximately 3 apples, none of which were edible.  This year, if I can get them off of the ground before the slugs and the squirrels get to them, I'm assured of about 5 small apples a day.  They're tasty--sort of a cross between a Golden Delicious and a Granny Smith.

Lefty keeps managing to poke holes in his legs, probably from chasing cats.  He's on antibiotics, once again.

In a little less than an hour someone is coming to give us an estimate on painting the exterior of the house.  We wanted a color that looked suitable in the PNW, and appropriately enough, we've settled on something called "Pacific Pine."

I checked this book out from the library.  One corner has been chewed to bits by very sharp teeth.

How absolutely fabulous!

(Shay, you might find this interesting--she's a sound engineer and many of these clips are synthetic, like the one that's supposed to sound like a cryogenic chamber.)

My garden is overrun with morning glory and Stinky Bob.  (Lefty likes to wallow in the Stinky Bob.)

All she needs is paint.

It is a great day to be alive.

I just cataloged our 1700th book.  Thank goodness for the library, or we'd have twice that by now.