My brother Chris is coming out in full force here, as you can see from his comments on my previous post. Unfortunately, Chris is blaming my sentimental-ness on my physical state yesterday. First of all, I had the slightest, slightest hangover. It might not have even qualified as a hangover. Plus, it was completely accidental. Chris on the other hand, is well educated in the school of the intentional hangover. The thing that sucks about that, is that when his liver becomes diseased, I will have to be his donor, because both Lisa and Steve (my older bro) are adopted.
The truth is, I like you guys. All of you. I just wanted to express that yesterday. I still love Chris too. I actually almost peed my pants reading his comments.
Speaking of voiding in one's pants, I'm sitting here typing, and our cat Madeline just snuck through the cat door rather furtively. She was doing her business in the litter box, and when she was done, she snuck through the door with her head down and looked both ways to see if anyone saw her. I can't really blame her though. If I went into someone's house and crapped in a box, I would probably try to keep it on the downlow too.
I wonder if Chris has ever done that...