The planet is spitting us out. It’s kinda hard to blame it.
Nevermind. Give some money for Mexico City.
Three years ago this week, we hit the Kitten Lotto.
We went to Lollypop Farm with few expectations. We want two. They have to get along. We might not find anything remotely like that on our first visit.
Uh huh. All that, right out the window. These two litter-mates were in literally the first enclosure we looked at. They were curled up together, and when they noticed us, they looked up at us in unison, then one miaowed.
This post is late for Friday but early for #Caturday.
Imagine you have a beloved but somewhat dim child. You’re at a house by a lake. You’re lounging in the yard, reading, when you look up to realize the kid is running full-speed down the dock, and about to wind up in the lake.
You run down the grass to the end of the dock and you start running toward them down the dock. Your arms are flailing, and you’re yelling… but the kid’s head start is too much to overcome.
Sploooosh! And now you have to go pull the little nitwit out of the lake.
Sometimes it’s not the kids. Sometimes it’s the words. While saying something so remarkably stupid, there’s another part of the mind running down the dock after them. Flailing the arms. Yelling. But the head start is too much to overcome.
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