A conversation with my parents last night compells me to correct/add to some of the information in the previous post:
4) Dad tried to save the hamster.
5) There were not only police officers in the restaurant, but judges as well.
7) Dad also made me learn to change a tire before I was allowed to take the car out for the first time. I remember being annoyed, because I was wearing my favourite sweater, in an effort to impress a boy, and I didn't want to get it dirty. He says that's why he made me do it then.
I am really surprised I don't need therapy. (Or maybe I do, I'm just not in therapy!) At any rate. I was going to tackle Barb's tag-questions today...but it's almost 12:30 and I am just now dragging my sorry arse into gear. (Actually, neither my arse nor any other part of me is sorry; I'm feeling deliciously well-rested!) So, I'll prolly leave the other post till later today or tomorrow. I may have to see whether Jel needs help trapping a mouse, and how her artistic arrangement of fibre in her empty fishtank is going. And maybe join the cats for a nap. I can tell it's going to be a completely unproductive day. Lovin' it!