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Errands are run, dinner is consumed, kittens are fed. Now they are prowling around th domicile, looking for excitement, thrills,

Andy is trying to tell me something. Like, he wants love, or something. He's pulled down my kitchen towls, and wants me to see him doing bad things like get on the counter.

Love and affection appears to placate him, though. He appears active and healthy. I worry because I'm giving him antibiotics for a bladder infection he had.

However, just as I write this, he went bounding off to wrestle with Sascha. Sascha bit him on the ass. More wrestling ensued. My kitten is an ass muncher.

Now to study my scuba stuff.

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Scuba lesson text: "There's nothing quite as frustrating as having a diving trip ruined by a broken fin strap."

Me: "Hell yes, there is. How about having your privates bitten off by a shark?"

It may not be frustrating then, but it will be frustrating for the rest of your life. A single day dive is just a day in the life.

Freak work accidents

I ripped a layer of skin off my lips with nothing but a piece of paper. It was similar to that kid in A Christmas Story who put his tongue to the ice cold pole.