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From: ALbert The Flea
Date: 14 Sep 2004
Time: 19:18:57 -0500
Remote Name: 172.196.141.162
Apparently, my cat did not get the memo! Amazingly, the ones I sleep with do not have fleas. Never have, (hopefully) never will. Unfortunately, at the time I wasnt able to read . . . not that I wouldnt have tried given half a chance. I think we actually spent time making secret sauce for the (non-Dodger) hotdogs for school kids. (My Mom had this recipe everybody drooled for [literally]. Three ingredients and nobody could figure it out.) Ah well, now I just wished I had thought ahead far enough to bury some of that endless kid energy in the backyard so I could go dig it up when I am pooped at the end of the day. But alas, I always forget to make a note where X marks the spot on the nappie. Not that I am being negative about my map making abilities, just transparent about a dearth of pen-men-ship. Hope the fields are bright and glorious in your dreams. It should be close to harvest time in the plain states, I think. John Deere combines dancing with fairy plum feet (see Twister if you need a visual of large dancing farm equipment). - al (shoot - just missed the trash truck!!)