Year ago, someone dumped two tiny black kittens literally on my stoop. The male was dumber than a box of rocks when it came to not hurting himself; he was constantly smashing his head into walls, he’d run under our kitchen chairs and you’d hear his head go “thunk thunk thunk” against the chair braces like they were xylophone keys. I don’t know how many times I ran over to him while saying, “oh my god, you’re so stupid are you ok?!” I did it so many times, he ended up thinking his name was Stupid. And so it was. And he grew up into a very smart, huge panther who mothered the kittens we took in over the years, and taught them how to be cats. He raised the little orange boy I have that is currently cuddled up with my ill father, and he’s the sweetest thing that ever existed, and not dumb at all! All the other orange cats I know, though… whew boy. I don’t know how some of them lived to adulthood.

Funny aside - the vets office called him Mr. Stupid to give him some respect, lol.

I adore that little frog!

This is me every Christmas. We no longer live in our home town, but every Christmas we order 6-8lbs of chocolate from a particular maker back home because their chocolates are So. Damned. Good. They have the best orange chocolate and orange chocolate sponge candy. I can clean up that entire thing in a couple days if I don’t stop myself… We ordered this year’s yesterday and I can’t wait

I have a wonderful scrabble-type game on my phone and iPad called Classic Words…I feel so dumb playing a game sometimes! I’m fairly well-spoken, but my vocabulary is not as great as I believed it was. Sometimes it feels like the AI opponent is Skavivium’ing me.

Oh man. For my sweet 16 my parents gave me a sippy cup, because I spilled a drink a few days before. That’s it. A cup for babies. I cried a lot that day. I wasn’t even expecting anything huge, maybe a charm necklace or something. It hurt that it was my first milestone birthday and that is what they got me.