ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.... that's so sweet and sad........

 

your whole family is unquenchably lightful.

 

Despite the waterboarding?

 

the fact that you were willing to try it just adds to the lightfulness. most people just like to think it's no big deal and remain ignorant. that is cowardly, and you are not.

 

Well, it was more like:

 

My brother: "So would you like to be waterboarded?"

 

Me: "Um, not really...."

 

"You sure?"

 

"Well I guess it would be a nice thing to have done in the past."

 

"Alright, let's do it!"

 

"Wait, what? Right now? Uhh...*is mentally dragged along*"

 

The only real reason I did it was to be able to say that I did. Nothing honourable about that.

you learned something, yes?

 

i am an avoider. i admire non-avoiders. i could have learned a lot more if i hadn't been an avoider.

I thought it rained REALLY MUCH on Hawaii...

Sometimes it can be really wet, but most of the time it just rains a little each afternoon. It does the same in Florida in the afternoon. We would lok out and say "oh it must be 3:15 cause it is raining." then "3:25, since it just stopped." then you get some cool rainbows.

 

I already thought it was so weird I once read that there were something like 340 days a year it was raining in Hawaii...

I try to be but get dragged around by people who aren't.

That has to be an Eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww x 5

 

though my dog, did once bring me a rabbit. He brought it straight to my feet. The thing was still alive, I held Sam's collar and the rabbit shock it's self and ran off. The next time he caught one, he obviously thought " I'm not given it to her" went off and ate it it before I could get to him. my daughter was not happy!

lol, i called my littlest shep, bam bam, my "bunny boy" because of the rabbit issue. he actually caught one while he was on a leash, which i found very impressive. i made him drop it, so he learned the lesson of running off with his bunnies before i could take them away, too.

 

the woodchucks they always proudly guarded through the day as they... well, those were garden fed chucks and they'd eaten enough of my hard work that i didn't think of stopping bam or his bro joey from chomping what they'd earned.... took all day, usually, and they always started at the top and left one claw, always one.

 

er.... 'k, i have way too many of these stories, so i will stop here so you can all stomach dinner.

Please don't start telling long stories...

 

Then I can't keep up with it anymore.

 

And this title is a bit irritating sometimes, Cindy.

leyrann, i don't want to kill you. i really don't. but if i have to, it'll be for your own good.

That sounds like Moiraine in TEotW...

it kinda does...

That's what I mean.

PS It's a good one for my siggy.

you are such a boy. you make me murderous, and you make me happy. i love you!

so i bend down a few minutes ago to clean up what i assume is a hairball, which is... a cat thing, and can't be helped, so i'm cool with that.

 

and then i see that it is not a hairball, though it was formed in the same manner.

 

it was, instead, a reverse peristaltically ejected whole baby mouse.

 

 

eeeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

and last night replays itself in my mind....

 

how snuggly and close my little bugsy boy was, all night long... how he slept pressed right up to my back, and wouldn't even move when i turned in my sleep.

 

i thought, every time i woke, oh, my sweet precious bunny boy, he must be cold, or feeling poorly, or needing comfort...

 

but now... i remember the last time he behaved this way - it was last fall, when he had a freshly killed mousie to guard and figured my pillow would be the safest spot in the house.

 

all night long he had slept beside me, treasuring his precious kill like a lion... what a delightful sight i woke to that day...

 

but this day, i did not wake to it. i slept with both of them, the kittie and the deceased mousielet, all night... and then either he, or my darling murphy, swallowed that thing down whole. and hacked it back up.

 

and now i realize that where there is one baby mouse, there are at least 5 more. minimum.

 

and murphy's been hanging out under the bed way more than usual... very quiet and content and off on her own, which neither of my cats ever do...

 

and i know where the nest has to be... or the graveyard.

 

and i pray that it is a graveyard, lord forgive me. because my kitties have an odd habit of making pets of mice, and playing with them for weeks on end... until the mice run away from me, and toward the kitties, because they have that much love for each other...

 

and... i just.... had to type this to try to get it out of my head a bit. after i washed my hands a few dozen times. and replayed the probable dead baby mouse sleepover in my mind a few times.

 

 

 

that is all.

 

 

 

yes, ley, i know this was tl;dr. it's okay, you missed nothing good. nothing good at all.

 

your cat wanted to give you a present lol.

they love to give me presents... i just wish they'd hack my best buy account...

you are such a boy. you make me murderous, and you make me happy. i love you!

 

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!!!!!!!!

Did you already toss the mouse out Cindy? I'm still famished and Charis hasn't brought my order to the table at the tainted sisters tavern yet.

it was pre-digested, and much too small. but the bears are looking good this year.