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Laugh of the Day: A blank e-mail from a company, offering new company quoting information. (Okay, that's not funny ... the funny is coming.)

The e-mail address? JAMBOY@xyz.com


I was so close to sending a response, asking for "Lady Marmalade" to send the actual information to us.

So close.

The end of an era

Out Damn Spot!

Yes, it's the end of Red Ink in schools. Apparently, there are parents that think of it as being "too traumatic" on their sprogs' egos.

Pardon me while I cry a river, and call for the waaahmbulance to pick you up.

What have we come to, that kids are being coddled to this point? That red ink is "damaging" to their fragile self-esteems, and teachers are going to other colors, like purple and blue - because they're more "feel-good" colors?

I don't know about anyone else, but red ink worked for me. It pointed out where I did wrong - and how to make it right. And isn't that the point? It certainly didn't traumatize me - or anyone else I grew up with.

Then again, we also made mud pies, ran with scissors, turned appliance boxes into majestic castles and (sometimes) ate paste in kindergarten for a cheap thrill. Yet, we turned out okay.

Cleo and Teak

Cleo is our red tabby, the resident diva/paper eater/sensitive emo-poet-boy kitty.

No matter what trouble he gets into, he'll come around, that purr cranked up to 11, rest the side of his head on your arm, and look at you all meepy-eyed (or "moopy-eyed", as Kellie put it), as if to say, "I'm cute. You know you love me, momma. You can't resist me. Purr, purr, purr."


Teak, on the other hand, is a big black bundle of kitty fluff. He's the Angry Black Man/string eater/faucet drinker/Goth Kitty. He likes to play strong and stoic - but sometimes, he just wants to be cuddled and loved. Although, he has an odd way of asking for attention: typically, he comes around, butting his head against any random appendage, mewing/whining for loving.

So, when he gets his pets and attention, he curls up and purrs like crazy. And also sheds like a maniac. For some reason, he seems to *love* my pillows, or pinning down the blanket between Kellie and I.

( Our Boys )