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My kitten lays beside me, gently snoring. Kitten snores are far more acceptable than human snores. The acoustics of the kitten nose are poor, so the noise doesn't carry. I'm sure every time a kitten snores, an angel gets its wings.

Spent the day with Mom. It was nice. I made her brunch and dinner. We watched "Divine Secrets of Ya-ya Sisterhood". My estrogen levels spiked and nearly passed out. The phrase, "don't get saucy with me, Bernaise" was used by one of the ya-yas. I'm fairly sure that none of them were bodacious ya-yas.

Mum and I shared some good laughs, and my kitten viewed her as a big toy. I heard him emit a whimper when she left.

I should take a page from my kitten's book. It's bed time.

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Why is it that no matter what size cup of coffee I get, I must always leave about a quarter cup left in the bottom of the cup. It never fails. And I don't want to bother to reheat it, but it's "tainted" as it is now cold.

From the inside joke department: I got stalked last night, or perhaps this morning, and I had no idea it happened. Sheesh. Stalkings need date and time stamps.

I've cracked

I thought I was hearing the opening sequence of Scritti Politi's "The Perfect Way", when in fact I was hearing some part of America's "Horse with no name".

Heavens.

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I've grown to detest No Doubt's latest song, "Underneath it All".

I'd say it was over my head, but that would only be because Gwen is probably taller than I am.