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Last night I had a blast with the kids. We went to Friendly's to eat, and on the way home I bought a CD of Disgusting Human Sound Effects, and we had a blast listening to belches, burps, farts, and vomit noises. In fact, I called Josie up and told the kids to be real quiet.

"Hello?" she said.

"Josie, I-I'm not feeling very well," I said. "I may need you to drive over and pick up the kids, because...because I..."

And the I cued up the vomit soundtrack. The kids went ballistic.

This morning was a typical frantic one, as I scrambled around trying to get the kids ready for school. Tiger usually sleeps by my side on the floor, using a long blue pillow I had, but wanted to snuggle at four in the morning, so he had ended up in the bed. He rubbed his eyes as I woke him up and yawned, loudly. "I had a bad dream last night," he said.

"What was it?" I asked.

"I dreameded that we were all at a cookout at the house, and Thumbkin was there, too, and he fell into the fire," he said.

"That's awful! You must have been really upset."

"I was," he said, nodding his head. "Especially when Mommy said, 'Hey Tiger, look on the bright side,' and started pouring barbecue sauce on Thumbkin's leg and eating it!"

The glass is always half full, I guess...burnt kitty? Yummy eatings!