Sibling Pressure

I can't believe I gave in to this. Here I am, blogging. I can't even keep a diary, people. Thanks to Bobby and Bill, I am completely pressured into blogging as well. But here it is anyway... maybe it will you feel better that I'm communicating with you. Without involving you. It's kinda impersonal, don't you think? Like you're looking into my thoughts (granted, they're the ones I choose to show)... Don't you feel like a creepy voyeur of some type? You should. Enjoy, you sicko.

So... married life is nice. It's great to come home to someone as nice as Drew every day. He cleans up after himself, cooks a few times a week, wakes up early to have breakfast with me. He even makes me the "Drew sandwich" every morning before I go to work. He cooks up an egg, tops it with lowfat cheese, and melts it on a piece of bread for me. It's even better on a bagel, but one must watch calories when she eats his homemade chocolate chip cookies. Did I mention he cleans the litterboxes, too? What a good catch. He's mine; back off!

But I must update you on the non-human members of our family. Yuri is finally returning to his normal self after a bout with a mysterious fever several weeks ago. We paid several hundred dollars for the vet to tell us that he has a "fever of unknown origin" (yes, that's the medical term). She gave us an antibiotic anyway. By the time we got halfway through the pills, Yuri could expertly hide it in his mouth and spit it out somewhere else. Sneaky you-know-what.

In the meantime, Little (as we call the other one) is growing up fast. He spends most of his time annoying Yuri and attaching himself like a surprise backpack to him. The other part of his time is spent yowling at us to either play with him or pick him up. When that fails, he runs back and forth through the house, hiding in the curtains and the vertical blinds. Ever seen a cat run with his tail curled like a monkey? I'm wondering where I can score some Ritalin for this guy...

We love our townhouse... most of the time. We're not on real good terms with the rental company right now, since the vent for our dryer has been broken since we moved in. It renders the dryer completely unusable. It's been three months, seven phone calls, three complaint letters, two personal visits, and one visit with a lawyer since we first notified them about the problem. On the bright side, our electric bill was only $30 this month! Still, it would be nice if we could throw our sheets in the dryer instead of having them perennially hanging on our banister. Would make the joint look a little classier, I think.

Let me end with some funnies from my class of 9-10 year olds:

Beth: Some cultures worship one big god and several smaller gods. We have one big God that can do anything.
Girl (yells suddenly): That's because little gods are ugly!
Beth: Ok, how do you know they are ugly?
Girl: You know, big things are usually beautiful and little things are ugly.
Boy (outraged): What about babies?!

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On a spelling test:
Use the word "spirit" in a complete sentence that shows what the word means. (Most kids went for the obvious Christian school answer. This child did not.)
"A spirit is a type of alcoholic beverage."

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Completely serious answers to questions in a Bible class discussion:
Beth: What would you do if you were a shepherd like David and became scared?
Girl: Depending on how fat they were, I would hide in the sheep.

Beth: How would you protect your flock?
Boy: If they were asleep, I would pick them up and put them on a low branch of a tree. Then I would get in the tree, too, and wait with a big stick.

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My favorites from last year:
Q: What should you do if you are famished?
A: Call the cops.

Q: What should you do if you are famished?
A: Eat the plants.