My Cat

Well! All I can say about the volleyball canoe trip was that it was very fun but also very unfun. I have a ton of stories I will tell tomorrow; I need to use major hand gestures. But I will say that NO I did not fall out of the canoe. Whew. That is a huge relief. It would almost be worse to have to come home and tell everyone that I fell out of a canoe. I would never hear the end of it. People still tease me about leaving my car running sophomore year.
Anyways, my cat is really stupid. I don't understand cats. When i got home he (Milo) came running up to me. Later I went to sit down in the computer chair and he was laying there. So I start to gently move him and the freaking cat bites me! Ow! So I muzzle him with one hand, pick up the fat cat with the other hand, and sit down and put him on my lap. He gave me a major dirty look (I can understand cat expressions) and ran off. About two minutes later he comes out of nowhere and jumps on my lap. He has now been on my lap for about 30 minutes. First he rubbed his head against my chest and now he is grooming himself. What is going on in that tiny brain??! (This was a pretty cool story, I realize. :)
I sure don't understand cat language but I am pretty good at this language.

A plane is on its way to Houston when a blonde in economy class gets up and moves to the first class section and sits down. The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her ticket. She then tells the blonde that she paid for economy class and that she will have to sit in the back.

The blonde replies, "I'm blond, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Houston and I'm staying right here."

The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and the co-pilot that there is a blonde sitting in first class that belongs in economy and won't move back to her seat. The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tried to explain that because she only paid for economy she will have to leave and return to her seat.

The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Houston and I'm staying right here."

The co-pilot tells the pilot that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman who won't listen to reason.

The pilot says, "You say she is a blonde? I'll handle this. I'm married to a blonde. I speak blonde."

He goes back to the blonde and whispers in her ear, and she says - - -

"Oh, I'm sorry." And she gets up and goes back to her seat in economy.

The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.

I told her, "First class isn't going to Houston ."