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From Butters
Butters is my Valentine's Day present from John Paul. The two of them are currently playing soccer with an ornament off our President's Day Tree. Doh. The ornament broke.
He's a great addition to our 1010 Euclid family. We love him. I'm thinking he has a cold or allergies because he sneezes quite a bit. It's pretty cute. He's also prone to violence when anyone touches his belly. Oh, and he may very well be deaf. I've never seen a cat so unphased by loud noises. If only Butters could speak, I'm sure he'd talk about Hello Kitty Island Adventure and sing "...do you have to tinkle tinkle, well yes I do think so!" (Meet the other Butters here)
DC is iced over. CEB sent people home at 4:30 and I'm pretty sure we'll be starting late tomorrow. Yay for that.
What else? I'm such a horrible writer these days.
John Paul has a blog. Check it out. And don't forget to tell him how hard you laughed at the part where he mocks emotional blogging. Seriously, who does that??
I got a "raise" today. My salary is minimal at best so any percentage increase represents a very wittle bitty amount. That's ok. Every bit helps.
It's already so late. Where does the time go? And what did we do before computers? I spend so much of my life in front of a computer screen. Notice I didn't say "WASTE my life...," unlike Barack, who had a little slip up the other day. His apology was perfect. Of course I think so. I know he made the choice to go into politics, so I can't feel too sorry for him, but he seems too fragile for the skepticism. He's made it this far, which obviously requires endurance and the ability to persevere through the muck of politics. Anyway, I want him to be the president. I just don't want to be as discouraged as I know I will be if he isn't elected. I guess that's the risk of being emotionally invested in anything... politics, sports, what have you.
I'm signing off now. Time for a cookie.