Angry Propellers

...Oh, I mean: Mad Props!

Some people who have excellent taste and morals have shown some appreciation for my stance on blog-blights like the one who attaked a friend of mine. Please know that I love you all, and that there are ways to really fuck up people who post hate on blogs. See Dooce for a great example.

I told the girls about Minerva today. 97, bless her heart and soul, cried. 94 was unphased, but concerned. Seeing her little sister in pain, 94 painted a picture in snow with her finger on the trunk of my Merc, of Minerva in Heaven as an "Astronaut Kitty" climbing the universe's biggest scratching post and looking down with peace on us. "She'll never feel any more pain, Emma!", she exclaimed. Dear Jesus, what have I done to deserve these moments of true love? Nothing. But I am so thankful.

We got 7,949 FEET of snow today, so the trip to Wausau to pick up the kids was a real treat. When I say "treat", I mean "root canal".

Please keep reading. I've got a whole brain full of this stuff.