- The Neighborhood got together and decided that we would be the house to take in Scavenger Kitty for the winter. Who cares that we have a toddler, a chinchilla, and a two-hour job commute? The Neighborhood has spoken. There is no recourse.
- I was holding the chinchilla on my chest when he nibbled the diamond loose from the ring I wear around my neck. He didn't swallow it, at least. It clinked to the floor. It's being repaired now.
- I was reading random blogs, one of which sported a music playlist. Suddenly "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys was blasting unexpectedly. Violet ran in with an expression of such glee; it was as though this is the song she has waited all eighteen months of her whole life to hear. Good thing she can't understand any of it.
Rest In Peace, Megs
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