“No. Listen to me. Sarah, listen to me. This is not theft. These were in the scrap pile. The scrap pile where they were going to be thrown out.”

These were Greg’s words as I sat down to write this post. This afternoon, Greg pulled three graphics processors out of his backpack that he had brought home from work. Apparently the guy in Greg’s office who is in charge of computer equipment said that these graphics cards needed to go and were free to a good home. Any employee could take them as long as he didn’t leave them in the office. This sounds a little suspect to me.

“I can’t believe they were throwing this one out,” Greg said, holding up the Quadro processor. “This isn’t that old. Do you know how much one of these cost when it was new?”

I’m suspicious. And Greg is threatening to take down the Web site because I posted this. So I must be onto something. You know people wanted to censor Woodward and Bernstein when they uncovered Watergate, too. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. And if this media outlet is going to censor me, I’ll just have to find another place to report my findings.

Abe may have found a new favorite food tonight. I made peach cobbler, and as I sat on the couch and plunged my spoon into it, Abe jumped to my side. He laid down and waited patiently for me to finish. But it wasn’t easy for him. Abe — who is normally a clean, non-slobbery creature — left a little puddle of drool on the couch. No word yet on whether the cobbler crumbs lived up to his expectations

As I stood in the kitchen making my grocery list this morning, I heard Greg’s cell phone ring. He just got a new phone this week, so the ring was unfamiliar. I waited a moment for Greg to answer it. The phone rang again. But this time, the ring sounded different. I thought that seemed unusual … maybe Greg’s phone had a setting that caused the ringtone to switch from one sound to the next, although that didn’t seem like a feature Greg would use.

I walked toward the office to answer Greg’s phone. It rang again, and again the sound was different. As I neared the office, I figured out that the ringing wasn’t coming from the office. It was coming from the bathroom. Greg was in there … doing whatever he was doing, and playing with the ringtones on his phone. He REALLY likes that phone.

So if you’re calling Greg and can’t reach him, I have no idea why. He takes that phone everywhere with him.