In The Third Year Of Caspian

Top 10 things to love about my Kitty

10. He inspired the weekly kitty story for our primary class.  The kids still come up and ask me for kitty stories, though we haven't taught for over a year. 

9.  We never had to have him fixed.  :)  Don't ask.

8.  He jumps up in my lap to sit whenever I settle down to read.  Never mind that there is already a book in my lap - he just sits on top of it. 

7.  How his eyes look super sleepy and he yawns a lot when I get up early. 

6.  The way he snuggled right down into my arms at the pound when I took him out to hold him for the first time.

5.  The relish with which he destroys my flip flops.  It's almost contagious (emphasis on almost).

4.  How he pouts by turing his back toward us and ignoring us, all while keeping the fridge door in his peripheral vision, just in case someone decides to move in for a snack.

3.  He's always waiting for me when I get home from work. 

2.  He is the inspiration for some of my *best original vocal compositions, respectively titled "Oh Mr. Caspian" (original tune), and "Hey Little Kitty, Why Must You Always Poop" (to the tune of Stars and Stripes Forever by John Phillip Sousa).  

1. He loves me no matter what. 

*Please note that by "best" I do not in any way ifer that they are good.

He who moves not forward, goes backward. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

Top 5 reasons to love my winter coat

5. It is red and woolly
4. It is nice and warm
3. It's professional looking, so no more office jokes about my ski jacket from costco (which I also like)
2. It has two sets of pockets.

What do you use two sets of pockets for, you might ask? Keep reading.

1. I found out today that I can fit a book in one of my bottom pockets. A normal-sized, hardcover book.

I will never again underestimate the happiness that convienient book transportation brings me.

Cell Phones in the Bathroom

"What was that - I couldn't hear you - I was flushing."

That's the first thing I heard today when I walked through the door to use the facilities at work: A co-worker multitasking from the echoing recesses of the semi-private corporate bathroom stall. Perhaps she thought it would be efficient of her to combine her business with...other business...though I beg to differ.

What is wrong with us? Are we so consumed with being accessible that we must have our privacy invaded even within the sanctuary of the porcelain throne? Is nothing is off-limits? And what of the poor soul on the other line, who is forced to endure the background noise attendant to your conversation? Are they sincerely glad you were so concerned with taking their call that you pressed that little green button mid-stream? Honestly - some things should be kept to yourselves!

My Inquiring mind wants to know, did my co-worker's mother and father tenderly read her such literary gems as *Everyone Poops, or perhaps the critically acclaimed A Potty for Me!: A Lift-the-Flap Instruction Manual when she was a little one? No, of course not, I am being silly. It must have been the classic What's Your Poo Telling You, since she was obviously highly intent on sharing that discussion with the general public via direct cell phone connection.

*I link to the books not to assist in their perpetuation, but to prove that I am not merely being facetious

My question is...

Why not stop after the first million dollars you steal?