Ginger, the year is getting rosier, even as we type.
sarameg ... phbbbt, back at you. Having a sarameg
now
is good, but you probably weren't much fun until whatever-6, when you came down with a case of the "NO!'s" combined with nekked neighborhood cavorting.
When I got him, the original owners told me he liked to be danced to african drums. Well, my musical collection kinda doesn't have a lot of those. But I've noticed certain songs he "likes." Which, oddly, happen to be some of my favorites. That one, Ozomatli's
Who Discovered America?,
and a Lisa Girrard,
Savean,
I think. Not sure. Oh &
Between a Bullet and a Target,
which I think is Citizen Cope.
The other cat pretty much ignores it all, unless there is a meuzzin call involved, and then she goes all mesmerized spooky kitty.
I was cuddly and nickname-inspiring in 1975. So there.
sarameg=bringing in the cute.
I was also born in a year ending in a 5, though not, I am thinking, the same one as sarameg.
WAS cute. WAS. No longer wee or fuzzy.
Well, there was a 5 in my birth year, didn't end with it, though.
Bah. Someone else can be cheerful in 2005. I am taking the year off.
I am taking the year off.
So, you gonna be this grumpy at the F2F? What's it going to take, huh? Swiss chocolates?
2005: The Year of the Curmudgeon. Our time has arrived!
SailAweigh, I intend to party at the F2F like it is 2006!