Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.
It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".
"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette
Friday, December 26, 2008
Happy Boxing Day!
I don't think this is what Boxing Day means, though...
Don't you hate it when someone snaps your picture when you're in the bath??
Hey! I have one of those, too! A box with a cat in it, I mean. Only my box has its corners all chewed up, and the same cat seems to somehow be in several places at once-- in the box, warming his tummy on the stove top, sitting in the woodstove (yes, that's *in*, not on-- the stove isn't hooked up to a chimney yet), and knocking things down off the top of the fridge. How can one cat be in so many places at once, and still manage to find time to lick his butt??
Rachel, for every cat, there's a dimensional rift. Also, there's a butt and a tongue, and some furry bits we don't care to see. It's sort of chaos, sort of Zen, you know?
I am mum to a nine-year-old evil genius son (of course, I may be biased) and the clever and beautiful monkey-girl, sixteen-month-old Sprout. They and my four cats conspire to deprive me of sleep and sanity on a regular basis. I live in Redneck Central with my kids, cats, and Someone. I call our home "Casa de Crazy" for a reason. It could be because I'm nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake. I have a foul disposition and the manners of a troll. What's not to love?
4 comments:
*SNORT*
I really snorted out loud when I saw this!
That is hilarious!!!
Hey! I have one of those, too! A box with a cat in it, I mean. Only my box has its corners all chewed up, and the same cat seems to somehow be in several places at once-- in the box, warming his tummy on the stove top, sitting in the woodstove (yes, that's *in*, not on-- the stove isn't hooked up to a chimney yet), and knocking things down off the top of the fridge. How can one cat be in so many places at once, and still manage to find time to lick his butt??
MereCat, then I've succeeded.
Mama Schmoo, thanks!
Rachel, for every cat, there's a dimensional rift. Also, there's a butt and a tongue, and some furry bits we don't care to see. It's sort of chaos, sort of Zen, you know?
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