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Kermit discovered a new use for the magnetic poetry on our fridge.

Imagine, for a moment, that you are the size of a Teddy Bear Hamster. You're looking up at the fridge door, which is littered with magnets*.

Does it look like a climbing wall to you?



*"secretly
relaxing
soft and heavy
dead
wasp
in
my
mouth

I ask why
they never stoned
my butt"
by Wes Whitson

H'm

Kyle, the nice man doesn't seem to like the holiday you invented.

Shout-out to Kyle (et al)

Happy Singles' Awareness Day!

Common Problem

Something happens during the day, and I think, "Ooh! Gotta blog about that!"

Then I sit down to follow through, and promptly forget what it was I was so excited about.

But perhaps if I keep typing, I'll remember ...

Ah! Kermit did another Trash Can Leap on Monday.

And he found out that he can Climb Chairs. Or shimmy up them. Same thing, really. He was happy. I was nervous -- he moves fast, and the last thing I need is for him to get himself stuck somewhere inaccessible.

Backstory: my cat, Daffodil, when she was a kitten managed to climb the inside back wall of my vanity and get herself stuck in a junk drawer. She could've been there for hours, judging by how long she was missing before I found her. Kyle once lost a hamster in his room, didn't find him for days. (Or, should I say, the hamster found him. In the middle of the night. By climbing the sheets and biting him. Oh, Mariah Carey has nothing on the vocal range of a freaked-out 6-year-old boy!)

Porn for Book-Lovers

This is such a cool use of the internet, I don't even know where to start. Just check it out. No pun intended.